Let me start from the beginning
The birth of an old me
I was an irregular breed in a regular space
But I was happy
They all found me weirdly different
But I thought me to be normal
What does normal mean to you ?
Amidst all the madness of constant loneliness,
Papa fading off the picture and Mama too busy to warm a couch
I befriended the voice in my head and our conversations were and still is superb
I grew, fast, really fast

He spoke to me
No
Not an actual voice
But I swear I could hear his voice from his chat
And it sounded just like the voice in my head
He sounded exactly like me
I found a me in the opposite sex
The weird self talks have blossomed into a talk with an actual being
One I could see, touch and hold
He had the most beautiful smile
It seemed perfect
Still is
In my head
It was a union of perfection
Untill I found out his true intent
He walked in to my life
Out of my head
Just to whisper into my hearts ears
"nothing is real"
He leaves, this time not in a hurry
But with swag
Knowing fully well the the absurd moi will keep searching for "real" till my dying day


F. T.O. J. A. S