I'm fine... I hope
Reality is so unrealistic,it's so hard to understand what it really is. I could say the definition of reality but never be able to say I truly believe this is it. Maybe I'm thinking about it to hard or maybe I'm just to dumb to understand it.Is this what people mean when they tell me I have problems,I don't know for sure they use big words that's to hard to comprehend if they don't talk they simply look at me with pity. I hate it,I hate everything about it. I try to keep reality as stable as possible even if I don't know what that is. My biggest enemy is Sleep I try to avoid it as much as possible I won't sleep for weeks just to avoid dreams all dreams do is confuse me more. Why do I do this to myself why do I have to worry about sleeping,why did I get take out of school?why am I alive and am I truly alive?Just as I start to sink into my bed feeling suffocated I hear a familiar voice yell, "pancakes"! I open my eyes to see a white wall move like it's breathing just to be sure this is the right reality I yell back,"password". They say back "two quarters and a nickel" I smile wide knowing for sure now I jump out of bed but I cease in front of the door all of a sudden the voices come flooding in to many voices at once I try to hold my ears in to tune them out but that makes them start to yell I let out a small wimper then the voice come back "honey make sure you breathe". I relax a little and tell myself to breathe I put my thumb in front of my mouth and blow on it slowly the voice start to go away not fully but maintainable I stand up knowing that at the end of the stairs are pancakes.
