I feel nothing is real. You. Me. All but a dream. I wake, but only to a dream. I sleep only to wake up in reality...or a dream. Memories make up who I was, leading me to who I am....but I forget and then I lose myself. Everything is like water, flowing, slipping through my grasp. I can only see my reflection, whatever is on the other side is blurry and skewed, shifting and bending. Tomorrow will be another drop in the bucket.
posted by Jason at 1:17 AM