I have been living in false realities.
I honestly do not know what is real anymore, what I have created.
Deception.
Or perhaps that is an understatement.
Perhaps I have just detached myself from my reality.
How is it possible that an engagement just hours ago feels like a distant memory?
How is it possible that all outside motion has become slow-moving and severed?
How is it possible that any obligatory responsibilities have been cleansed from memory?
How is it that time has left me, washed through me, without making an even mild impact?
How is it that I have found one safe spot where I can fuel my fractured fairytales?
How is it that I feel vulnerable everywhere else?
How is time moving backwards again?
...But they're so proud.
They can't find out. |
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