Dreamers, or movers.
For the past few years, I’ve been dreaming. The people I’ve seen and met, they do not exist. I’m so good at creating realities that they all collapse into another, like a myriad of multiples me in a double fold mirror. We’ll smile, wave at you, but in the core, we’re dreaming away, dreaming up lives and images beyond the surface. I cannot say if it’s good or bad, but we all need an exit from time to time. We hop onto another realm when things get tough, we’re so good at evading that it becomes seamless and the sub-reality transcends and fuses with the real.
-Me, Snikkks.
