Remember when you saved me? You didn’t. I jumped. Guess who I found at the bottom of the cliff? Me, I found another me! For crying out loud, the landing was softer than a seductive lip movement over an uncovered head in the desert. I know one thing, I am not climbing back up to rejoin the pogo monkey dance with the angels of opportunity. I prefer the cold and dark self where I can always find rum and music, and whatever I need it turns out with little effort of my imagination. My epiphany has fractured the world’s time-line, I was skilled enough to shift my life trough it. I see a street lit with one yellowish pale light… you all look funny from here… down here, the light color controls my steps and direction, as for the rest of me, I have to figure it out again. Imagination is not a good tool for long-term philosophies.

The evil inside me is playing (me) on my fears. It constantly fine tunes (nightmares) what I could never do or fight in reality, pushing me out of sleep to prevent me to promptly find new logical ways out as I would do in real life or successfully deal with in an uninterrupted dream. It is vengeful and steals my sleep, feeds on my sleep… I soon will not be able to recognize reality or dream and I fear I will extinguish the only light on my street. This could not be my biggest fear, dreams or what…

Later edit… the dreams were defeated and are under my control.

FIN

VonBeer