My sickness is growing, the more time passes the more I believe the things my brain tells me. As I delve into the depths of my mind and my own insanity the mocking undertone of fear and paranoia shake me to my core. There is no where left to hide when you're running from yourself. The things around me are not as they seem and I fear the things I thought I knew about the world were mere illusions built by something unknown to me. I don't know why I'm living in this reality or why things seem so wrong, I am an alien amongst humans but so close earth and all creatures, I was created here, through unknowns means, I prevail while I am hurdled through time and space. transcending that which is the perceived known world. one day I'll be stardust too.