Sometimes I wonder
If my life is a dream
And everything I value
I am making up
Hallucinating.
Sometimes I fear
that I will wake up
Realise there was nothing
Or worse, that the dream will continue
Ceaselessly.
I know I'm tiresome when I get all wondery. I know all this sentimental nonsense is making you want to bury your computer in an unmarked grave and forget the location. But I can't help it. Bear with me.