No words, no talk

We'll go dreaming

No pain, no hurt

We'll go dreaming

With the image of solitude by the lake in a thunderstorm, obscuring all vision and hearing, anchoring to the index finger. This one's got to be massively strong. I'm going down to the lake today after work to strengthen it.

God what a terrible, terrible day. I feel utterly lost and keep crying at work. How embarrassing and how painful. The pain focuses in my chest and moves up into my throat, then I can't speak and I become entirely one-track-minded. If there are gods in the world, please let them help me get through this.