Every movement and step I take feels unreal. Its as though I'm in a deep sleep, a daze, trance. That this whole place, is a figment of my very own imagination. Maybe the world isn't real, its our mind that makes it so. My limbs feels unreal, the words I read is unreal, I close my eyes and it feels unreal. I hear this voice but I don't hear it. Whether my eyes are open or tightly shut, its you I see. There is no sense of permanence, no consistency.
Why are things the way they are, instead of being the way it SHOULD be?
Till then, things aren't the way they should, in my current world.
There's always that possibility. Of what could have happened.
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