• One night in the dark.
    Cold
    Alone.
    Is it real?

    My hands
    Are they mine?
    I stare at them.
    They don't feel real.
    They can't be.
    But they are.

    Walking.
    The room spins
    Grasping,
    Reaching,
    I must know.
    I must know what's real.

    Dreaming.
    Is that what this is?
    A dream?
    A nightmare?
    Can I wake up?
    I can't...
    Because it's real.

    Disconnected,
    I'm floating in space,
    I see myself from anothers eyes.
    But they're my eyes too.

    Reflections
    They show a stranger.
    I don't recognize that face,
    Those eyes full of fear.
    They're my eyes.

    Blurred,
    It's all surreal.
    Like dream,
    Like a haze,
    Reality crumbles.
    It just can't be real.