There is a place in between my awake and my dreams where I don’t know what is real. I question everything and feel like I am going mad. Senses fractured. I don’t know if I am lying down here or walking somewhere out there. I don’t like how it feels, when I don’t know what’s real.

I have dreams where I go mad. The pull that I feel inside my gut and the sensation of the flesh as it melts delicately off my white skull. All I can do is try to bear through it until, hopefully, these feelings can all come to an end and I am left feeling numb. I never want to be there again.