Sorry I've been away for so long. My computer was not letting me sign into blogger for a couple of days, and the other few I just wasn't feeling inspired to write. Today I'm writing because I've been watching too many movies about dead people who think they are still alive. Passenger's is the main one. Anne Hathaway is the stars in a film about Passenger's of an plane crash that are dead, but don't know it, and slowly figure it out.
What if I'm dead, and this is my afterlife. What if my sister is the only one who survived a car accident me and my family were in? Now its me, and my parents who are dead. I feel myself loosing grip on reality. I have to feel and smell things to make sure they are real. My chest gets tight just writing about this. Am I soon on my way back to the loony bin?
Its horrifying loosing touch with reality and knowing its happening. Staring at a wall for hours on end. Thoughts circling around, images of men beating their wives.Suddenly an image of love, and all the kindness I've been shown in my life. Then all at once after a staring for a while all those images and thoughts become one and its like I'm watching a TV show inside my head.