So in my head are two worlds, the everyday consensus that avoids the swirls of the madness of the other universe.
I don’t remember when it happened, this split, between what you say is real and what you say is perverse.
Maybe it was always this way, just no one noticed it until I started pointing the insanity in your world, the bombs, the guns, the stimulated torture as entertainment from Hollywood.
I know I go to dark places in my head but you cannot say that everything in your world is shiny and good.
So I live the schism, a dual belief system and only one of which is for my benefit. I think in all though the fuse has been lit… And there’s no going back.
D May 2018