All the things I see and all the things I hear make my mind go crazy. It makes me wonder whether everything is really there or if my brain is only giving me an illusion. A production of my own imagination. I might just be hallucinating. If it’s a lie, at least it’s a nice one. For now it is. Until the bubble pops. Eventually it will, since the pressure can only reach that far. When searching for my right, everything appears to be a sign. The tiniest little things seem to be in my favour. But usually I’m wrong. I get snapped out of my dream and reality slaps me in the face. All those things I thought were something turned out to be meaningless. Coincidence. My mind just blew it up. Because when you’re sitting on a cloud, you’ve got a long way to fall. And a hard ground to greet you.