What am I?

You know that things are going wrong when you start wondering whether or not you're human.

Doctors characterize this condition as 'mentally ill'.

For those of us who like being blunt with ourselves, the correct word is 'insane.'

How can you not know if you're human or not? You have hands, right?

You can think, you have a brain, you look pretty normal, and you're not otherworldly beautiful.

No craving for blood, either.

So why in the world would anyone in this planet start doubting they're own humanity?

Good question.

Let's start from the part where I run for my life from the crazy dolphin man.

Nah, that might be a little too much to handle. How about a nice, quiet scene in the woods behind a park near my home, next to a burbling brook.

The woods are brimming with life, green, mossy, and bright.

Sunlight sneaks through the leaves overhead as you make your way to the small stream of running water.

It takes a leap, a hop, a skip, a jump, and then you're above the brook, balancing on a large rock.

Can you hear the birds chirping as you stay perfectly still, perched on top of a rock, fingers dipping into the water?

The clear liquid is deliciously cold, making you want to plunge in headfirst, and the only thing stopping you is a lecture from your Mom and a sore head.

It's a vibrant kind of silence, one that is filled with noise but feels tranquil and steady.

Can you see it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it?

It's the same as I felt, the same as I saw, the same as I heard, on that day.

But enough of the past tense. Listen carefully, now.

It's time for the curtains to be raised, for the book to be opened, for the story to begin.

It's my story.

Hear me out. My world kinda makes a 360 after I make my decision, so I figured it was only fair to tell the whole story to somebody, and it just happened to be you.

So listen up. If you don't want to hear, then go away. This story is not for your ears.

But if you feel slightly whimsical and and random today, and you want to listen to a total stranger's adventures, then, well.

Good for you.

It's time for the story to start.