I had my eyes open for a while, but the more I saw the more I kept it open. It’s become something uncontrollable, always searching, always probing for the truth. I want to believe.
Sometimes I feel like I’m lost in my own mind. Fantasy and Reality mix, but which is the fantasy and which is the reality? I thought I knew but doubt keeps eating away at me. Do aliens really exist? Maybe they do exist, or maybe I believe they exist. Or they might not and I am delusional… but how can you know for sure?
What I know is, here I am. The past is boring, the future is unknown. Will the unknown future follow the boring past? The world is full of fakes, pretenders. When the pretenders meet the true subject of their imitation, their illusion is shattered and they become pathetic. But the world is full of magicians, weaving illusions to keep the truth hidden. But they can also become so good that truth bends to their will.
I must close my eyes now, and rest. I shall seek the truth another day.
