They’re constant, these time travel visits. Some, the same episodes. Almost like Deja vu which I’d prefer in reflection – but when I concentrate, they evaporate. In my mind, no matter how hard I try to tap into the magic of Vu. Like waiting for the gods to deliver the superpowers, but they still ignore. But I feel an angel whispers to not lose hope. That day may still come. But what I’d want and what I’d do has changed so dramatically at this age. It’s no longer sexy or grandiose. It’s mostly violent as there’s so many to hate these days. I need to lie down, now and calm my emotions. Draw the shades, fans are on, the bed is warm. Tranquility rules the room, and I feel protected here. They can’t touch me now. It’s quiet and I close my eyes, praying the voices will just shut down. Leave me be for a few hours. I just need this break – it’s becoming too much. I can do this but just need some rest. Have your way, later. Please.