THERE IS NOTHING NEW TO SEE HERE; MOVE ALONG.
Note me if you want the new one.
insanity."you're crazy," you'd often say; not taking into consideration that he assumes he is. it's why he's there, after all - it's why he met you in the first place, when he'd seen you before you were a reality. but of course, realities don't matter to him when everything's so jumbled for him; he's started to assume for everything, after all.insanity. by delicately
it might as well all be fiction for him; an alternative to the daily dose of realities so frequent they've stopped feeling real. he lives in a constant haze of many meetings and occurances; conversations and convoluted plot twists you'll never and always hear, because he thinks he's probably told you already.
he says he misses the things that used to be concrete; things etched in stone like his name along the sidewalk in front of the building he never leaves anymore, back from the days where he knew what was and what wasn't. you smile and take his hand, forcing him to run his fingers over the familiar dents along the wall; the fractu