Tick Tock

I feel like the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. I'm late for something, but I can't figure out what that something is. I've been having this feeling since last year. It's like something is telling me to hurry, and right now I feel like the clock is ticking a little louder than usual.

I have to finish it. I have to finish the book--or books. It made me wonder if this was the reason why I was given a gift to write and draw. Was it really to send out this message?

It's funny how paranoia creeps on you when you spend most of your time alone, seeing the world through a monitor. But even if I try to be normal and go out like everybody else, when the world stops for a second, I could still hear the clock ticking.

I'm late, I'm late for a very special date...