Living me?
Lately i feel like i am living a life in the presence of someone else. I sit in class, and i switch into dream mode. Now this is a really weird dream because i am aware of whats going on, but im dreaming. I am not myself in this dream. I am more silent, and all i do is listen. When i am questioned, i answer, but my answers do not come from me. It comes from someone who is living in me, someone who knows me for who i really am, someone who knows my deepest darkest secrets, someone who just aint me.
I look at this someone in the mirror, and realise she looks just like me. "Not bad for an impastor!" But something is wrong, she is hiding something. She wants to tell me something, i know it! I can feel it! Am i really living a life in the presence of someone else?
I have not been able to answer that question, thats why i have been so quite lately.
