The Stars Fill Up My Eyes, And Galaxies Roll Down My Cheeks.

I'm living an illusion, a make believe so close to reality I find myself being sucked into it more and more every day. One where I am successful at the things I put my mind to, and even the things I don't work hard for at all. A life in which I am the director, the center of attention is wherever I'd like it to be and nobody complains. People like other people for their people-like qualities, nothing more or less. There are no qualifications to join, and you may leave whenever you'd like. No picket-sign protests, no tears, global warming in the sense that you can get a tan in January. Tap water is just as good as spring or bottled or whatever it is that people are so worried about when they give you that 'you drink from the tap?' face. Leaves fall but never turn brown, and rake themselves up into piles overnight. But there are only so many things you can imagine before they slowly turn into a personal reality, and that is where I find myself currently. Caught in this funny in between state of imaginary and reality, constantly blurring the line until it eventually fades away and I am forced to combine the two, never truly knowing when I am crazy and when I am sane. Everything is up in the air, everything is slowly coming back to nothing.