We all did it. Once
It confuses me.
Do we know its true
Or do we pretend it against our sanity.
I felt it. I know I did. Twice.
And three times the charm.
I'm waiting.
I'm disconnecting.
I'm discovering.
The possible truth.
It is what we are afraid of.
The unknown.
The special breed that would be overcame by some reasonable fact.
It just works like that.
It feels different.
Like such of the acclaimed supernatural.
Yet it seems so innocent.
So vague.
So subtle.
But i tend to not let my guard down.
Maybe it's just me.
I mean it is me.
Nevertheless I am afraid.
Maybe it's nothing.
I'm just slowly dying in the cubicle i built around myself.
Slowly.
Going.
Non-crazy.
