Rift

You start to wonder at some point, what's real and what's imaginary?

And the battle is all in your mind about your mind. First you think about your dreams, then your conscious thoughts, and then the world all together.

"I wonder," you say to yourself, "is this how I really feel? Or is it not? Do I want this? Perhaps I don't. What is real?"

Befuddled, you run around in circles in your own dreams. You scream out loud, "What is real? What do I believe? What do I trust?"

You realize you've been running on nothing but black emptiness and you start falling.

You fall and fall, and while turning in the air you continue to think, "What? What? What?"

You wake up as if you've landed roughly on your mattress.
You stand up, unsettled, but you walk towards the door. You stop to look in a mirror and laugh at your bed hair before trudging off to the bathroom to wash up and greet the beautiful day.




All in your mind about your mind. Your dreams, your thoughts, and the world.

Befuddled dreams. What is real? What do I believe? What do I trust?

You fall and you think, "What?"

You stop to look at the beautiful day.

And then you understand.