What is this state that I'm in? It seems as though it is an in-between. I am stuck in transition, yet I am too afraid to move. I am surrounded by a veil that disguises reality. I do not want to move from this unknown land. I am in unfamiliar territory, but I feel safe. That, in itself, confuses me. I look back; I want to stay here. I look forward; I want to stay here. The past fills me with sorrow. The future fills me with fear. Which I would prefer, I have not a clue. I would prefer to stay here in this ephemeral security; in this false comfort; in this illusion. I would prefer to continue deceiving myself and altering actuality. I would like to live in a constant state of deception and transience. Aren't we all anyways?