they know me
but they dont.
they make me smile
for real.
sometimes.
if only i was more foolish.
then they would see
what they do not.
what they don't want.
a cry for help?
no.
my visions do not follow such
a predictable pattern.
no,
no.
NO.
these visions are real.
these visions are different.
They are frightening.
TRULY frightening.
now i shall curl up into a fearing child facing a meaningless and mundane dictation of soul.