Do you ever have one of those days? You know, the ones that feel like an out of body experience, where you can't tell right from wrong.
You jut have a feeling, a primitive instinct, that something, somehow, is out of place. That your life is out of order in the most inexplicable way -despite being the same as it has always been. The only thing different is you; you and this sudden realisation of an obscure error. Like a glitz in the Matrix which reveals that you are, in fact, a prisoner. Held captive in your own life.
Could it be a dream? Are you awake? Are you alive? Is this the real life? Can people see you, like you see them? Did you really have that conversation?
Am I a phantom? Am I an illusion? Am I trapped in a time loop? Can I still think and speak and act for my self? Or am I living in automated movement?
The things I did, the things I didn't do... A constant blur inside my mind. An infinate parade of paradox takes over my life.