Tomorrow, I'll probably be running away again, retreating ever so deeply into my mind again. submersing conscious thought until everything becomes a blur; everything becomes an arm's length away.
When? Today, tomorrow, all throughout the day. When does it cease or stop? Never. I can't keep my guard up all day, and it would probably be better for me to descend into it.
I can ascend to pure happiness, the reflecitve touch of a pure childhood memory, and just as quickly freeze up whenever I encounter a bad one. There's more bad now than actual good ones.
Don't worry, I'll be back here tomorrow (if I remember). And the next day. And the next day...
Probably most of you don't care, but if you read something different - a different emotion, different psyche, even maybe different personality altogether - it is because I descended too deeply and didn't return all in one piece; rather, returned in shards of glass...