Perception and Delusion

Perception and Delusion

I saw my self in the mirror. I punched the glass and cut my throat with a piece of it.

I walked away.

I walk down the street and as I glance at the men and women who pass by me, most of them smile at me with a passing glance on this beautiful day. I look out as I walk by them squinting through this damp mist as I bleed out from the cuts and self inflicted gashes on my arms.

Nrotha was the name I took.

I dream. Some believe I don't, but indeed I do.

I am at the edge of a thick growth of

Trees and thorns. I knew once there a way through, a door. But I have lost my way... I have lost my way... And still I see some pass by and continue to His glory, yet not me. I am here in this dreary dream and delusion. Though, at least I am aware. He is faithful, in His time I will remember where the door lies and shall pass on to be in His presence.

I have woken. Indeed, I still dream...