Sometimes I travel so far into my own head that I can't get out. Can't see outside of myself. I only see in. Everything around me is so foreign I can't even grasp the person next to me exists. Everything I see is so big, enormous, gargantuan, an endless landscape of thought, a realm so far deep into myself that I become completely indifferent. I'm an ever changing shape with lines and curves. I do not see or feel. I just go. Go. Go. Go. Don't ever stop. Uncontrolled. Gentle impulses are what guide me. During this time my physical body is imobile, inanimate, in a coma. I am somehwere else completely. Sometimes I wonder if I'm traveling the universe in my own head. Swimming aimlessly in galaxies of thought, racing through black holes of time, voiceless conversing, interacting with God for what seems like hours. Something or someone always interrupts and brings me back and I can't help but wonder that if I were to be alone for a long length of time, if I would ever return by my own will.