Define: reality. Did you do it? Do you understand what it is? You are incorrect. Can reality truly be defined when it is only what one person perceives it to be? Another person may see differently to your reality, they see the opposite and yet neither are correct.
So, you ask yourself what it is; your inner voice laughs. They laugh. She laughs.
What do you do when you don't know yourself? Who is the real one? I find myself asking this often, and the result is always an explosive argument.
My memory isn't reliable, there are holes, blips of false information that become truth, I blame her for it, I blame her for not being able to know the truth. I blame her for a lot of things and she enjoys it.
Who was around first? Me or her? Who is the parasite? Please, to all deities above, let me have been the first.
I question this reality, sometimes feeling as if I don't exist at all. Does she exist? The answer 'no' would be far scarier than 'yes', and yet I continuously wish that she didn't plague my mind.
Who am I?
Sometimes I can't even answer that. Each day the line becomes more blurred.
I'm scared.
– TG