It's that waiting place in-between life and death. It's time you spend as a ghost, attending to your unfinished business. To put it simply, its boring, and somewhat painful, especially when you're conscious of the fact that something spectacular is on the horizon.
This is the state that I stand at this moment, or to be more literal, sit, as I've been sitting in this chair for a few hours now. I'm days away from a trip to a foreign country, Japan specifically, and I'm itching to get this "direful condition" over and done with.
I've made all due preparations, only packing remains, something that I purposely procrastinate on, due to my belief that my mind is in its prime state when under pressure.
When will this purification end? When do I achieve the holiness to enter the light of the sun's rays?
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