Is it Real?

Is it Real?

Sometimes when I open my eyes, eveything seems like a dream. I’m not sure if it’s all a figment of my imagination, or if I am really an active part of my immediate surroundings. My detachment is all too real, though, and it’s keen enough that I question the validity of everything else around me. Whatever the case, dream or not, it’s still real to me.

Morbid Romantic

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