It has been a tiring day. I was trying my best to sustain, but suddenly I feel totally defeated and lost.

Indeed I should stop and ask myself, what am I doing? And why am I doing whatever I am doing? It is interesting but I had never planned to do anything, but somehow, things somewhat happen. It was never intentional, at least consciously, but to me I am just going about doing what I usually do.

The question is, am I really doing things out of the ordinary? Cause if I am, I never planned to affect anyone. And how do I go back to the realms of the norm? But firstly, I know I need a good path back. A path that is decently walkable, no longer with those thorny vines to prick my naked feet, without the blood flowing a crimson red. The vines that lay the path I walked upon today, will they still continue down this perpetually intertwining path? Or will I finally feel the soft luscious grassland upon my healing feet?

But then again, should I continue swimming in this shark-infested waters to the island which promised treasure or should I return to the harbour?

Or perhaps I am just paranoid...