"I am coming! I am coming! I am coming through! Coming across the divide to you..."
The waking hours become a marathon... a battle between drowsy abandon and the need to do.
"To be here, to be now, at last I am free. Yes at last, at last to be free of the past and the future that beckons me..."
I need to do. More. I need more hours of daylight, especially under the circumstances.
"We are joined, we are one with the human face. I am on earth and I am in outer space. I'm being born and I am dying..."
Still moving forward, onward. Not falling.