Shorts

A picture

They told me I looked like a photo, a glimpse of a memory. A story untold on how old I've become within one line. There's no more time, just keys to a door that hasn't been opened yet.

I've been up all night thinking to myself on how to explain the part of my life that is unhinged.

They've required my brain and I acquired a skill to communicate that is different but realistic.

Split into two people. Let me introduce myself I'm inside of my own body exploring the way my head works. Sometimes I lose control over myself and can't control what I say so I would rather type it out.

To make a long story short I was picked up by a miracle. He took me on a drive to recap a memory of the beach. Where I've found the most peace's of this picture he took.

There's a man out of the corner of my eye constantly feeding me false reality's. I choose to live in my reality created for me to be still.