I slept like shit in truth.
I feel like I mustn't have hit REM sleep, but I feel like I dreamt a life time. Reality escapes me, fantasy creeps in.
Problem is, the fantasy is essentially reality. These days I dream mostly of my life with a couple of tweaks. People talk to me that don't anymore, work is less busy, the house isn't so quiet. The Sun is shining, constantly.
Perhaps the subconscious is no longer whispering to me for change, but screaming in the only way it can.
For now I continue to sit here, pondering all aspects of life, love and friendship. Wondering how I came to be this outward unfeeling, but secretly deeply feeling, ghost of who I once was.
I am not unhappy, but I am not thrilled.
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