I can feel myself zoning out, my consciousness changing. My eyes become fixed on one point. It's a struggle to move my focus, but I am also trying to focus to focus my thinking. That makes me chuckle, in so many ways it seems like a metaphor for what I feel is going on. A struggle within a struggle. Once my eyes are fixed I find my body starts to become less mine, and more one I exist within. I am now a smaller me within this body. I'm shouting, "move, think of something else