That sequence of strange but oddly vivid dreams/nightmares that I had last night has me questioning what's real and what's not..
Sometimes i imagine myself sitting on a plane with no pilot on board.
I can see myself flying away, way above the ground, away from where i used to be.
I can feel the fear swimming through my brain cells, telling myself what to do.
Telling myself to jump off the plane, and glide my way back to the start.
So i'll never have to change a thing. So i can bask in the false serenity.
Farewell, forward progress.
I thought i'd never get this behind me.
I thought i'd rot in this hole.
But now i remember, that in every ending of my dreams.
I can see myself swimming my way back up to the surface.