hallucinations

It feels absolutely great to be (almost) all-alone and have nothing else to do but squeeze things out.
Squeeze this, squeeze that.
To redeem for all the long frustrated weeks, self-doubts that I know will continue to pop out even more,  for the constrained cells inside my brain - always feel unable to get out and I, on the other hand - don't know how to release.
Hour is condensed to minute and minute to second.

Think I'm starting to see hallucinations.