I know the date. I know what day of the week it is. I know the time to the minute. I think my watch is killing me, slowly. It's been to long since I've looked up into a blue sky with nothing more pressing to think about than where to eat lunch or dinner. No matter. The beach.......  is that way.

Sometimes when I wake I feel like I'm waking from the dead. I even at times feel myself gasp. Either the depth of my dreams have grown to deep or the distance between the dream and the real world has grown to far for a single breath to suffice. Maybe it's the shock of morning after morning finding myself washed up on the shore of my bed, at the edge of a dream, just waiting for reality to solidify around me.

Schizophrenics say they hear voices. I hear voices all the time. But it's just me in here. All the voices are mine. Sometimes I wish there was something more.