• It's cold here, so very cold. So blank... So hard to describe. Thoughts and thoughts pass along,
    and do not notice me, for as I am not seen by them, but by others. I'm in my mind right now, possibly thinking, I'm not sure. I know outside of here, my eyes are closed, and I am not awake. But I'm thinking. It could be a dream you say, where everything you want happens; but you see, I cannot move. I cannot control what I say. Nothing is right here in this "world" is going my way.

    Horrible things happen here, my nightmares, mostly. Some about the love of my life, some about death. Can I control these "dreams" or "thoughts"? I feel as if I can't when I am in this world. Yet outside, I have little control too. That really isn't my fault... is it?

    Though sometimes there is good out of all of this... Where? I really don't know.. There could be a possibility there isn't even good in it at all. That world of mine is weird... and one day, it may take over    .