I don't really exist; she doesn't want to exist. I watched the ocean move the sand across the ceiling floor. Stranded on an island made of blankets. I'm eating hallucinations. I'm feeling color. She doesn't want to exist because I don't want her to. My mind can't fathom visuals so intense as a living person. Adventuring down into a spiral void I was born with. I'm not scared. I'm not uneasy. I'm an Adventurer. I started this journey with three others but now it's just me and her. But I don't exist; she doesn't exist; this world doesn't exist. I'm only here for a moment and then it's back to the **** of my mind. Back to shaking hands with reality. But I don't exist. I'm merely an Adventurer. Never here, never gone. Only a tracer of light . Always vanishing but never truly dissipated. I'm like space and time. Stuck in a black hole. I don't exist.
Recently had an encounter with an old friend I haven't seen in about 5 years. I should really stop eating her every time I our paths cross... Oh well :)