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I think there may be something wrong with the world. For some unknown reason, the world seems to waver at times and distort in front of my eyes. There are moments when I can see everything for what it is. There are others where reality mixes with my imagination. At these moments dragons walk to work on Tuesday mornings. Fish wave to friends from across the street as they wiggle their way onto the bus heading for a place that only leaves my dreams, and my peers don’t seem real. They’re a haze a figment of my hyperactive mind. I will touch their skin and feel warm flesh underneath my fingertips, but can’t dream seem that way as well. Pain and longing and happiness are not limited to what we deem to be the reality. What type of space am I in at the current time, a limbo of mismatched world or too tired to deem anything real from the way my mind mingles with that of my nightmares?<\/p>\n
I walked through a school of giants and pixies, fairy’s with God complexes and werewolves that told way too many jokes. Wizards disguised as band instructors waving their magic wands, making us dance to a repetitive beat. I didn’t think anyone else saw this world, I was alone to walk this school of monsters and ghost-like friends. At some point, I even was sure that I was kidnapped by aliens. I swore if I looked out the back window of my bus I would see everything melt away and maybe then could I get a glimpse of far greater technology proving my theory correct, but I saw no such things.<\/p>\n
I jump at the chance to make this world true. And maybe it is in different ways I can’t prove that it is false. Very similarly how no one can prove it to be real. This is just the way everything is for me and I come to accept that. I am in a fairy tale world of most peculiar circumstances and ways. But I believe that to be better than any normal day, despite that fact that as I grow older that the world fades away ever so slightly I can still see the traits of what it still is. Even now I’ve seen a poodle disguised as a teacher as a lioness writes about her deepest woes. I wonder if they themselves know what they are but probably not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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