I woke up today. Funny thing, that. Getting pulled out of a dream. Abrupt, yet nobody ever seems to notice. Maybe it's because they just forget. Maybe they never really cared. Now that I think about it, it's kinda like life.
I've been numb for the past few days. This is probably the 'asleep part'. I don't notice the pain. It's there, but it doesn't bother me. I'd say I'm at peace with it, but I don't feel a thing. But that's why it's a dream.
I say it's been the past few days, but I can't really tell. The days go walking past, and I stay home. It may not be the best way to cope, but when you're drowning you don't want to do much. I suppose it's like a dream too. It suffocates me, but I don't feel breathless, just tired, and the days go by.
It feels unreal. Fake. Like I might wake up. But that metaphor's well worn, and so am I. I know it's real, deep down.
If this is a dream, then I suppose I should wake up sometime. But I'm quite frightened. To wake of from a dream, you're supposed to come to terms with it. But I think that's what I'm most afraid of.
Well, not quite. I'm most afraid that when I come to terms with it, nothing will change.
Even then, that's not my biggest fear.
I'm afraid that I already have, and that this is it.
I'm afraid that deep down I've always been like this.
I'm scared.....
But I have to move on.
I know that I can't live like this.
No one can.
I think the way to stop dreaming is to let go.
To fall.
Or maybe not.
But we all wake up sometime.
And I'm going to wake up.