Have you ever felt helpless because you've been hijacked. Your mind and body are no longer under your control. Just your coinous telling you you've been hijacked. Over and over again it tells you. Tells you, you have to do something about it, but you can't. You can't even tell your coinous there's no hope. Your body begins to move, doing things that you wouldn't do. Your fingers drift effortlessy over your skin and it tingles as if it is someone else touching you. You get this sick feeling in your gut of what is drifting into your mind, and then... that's it. Your whole world opens, bright and sharp. Nothing is blurred, not even the tears running down your face makes anything blurred. This world that your hijacker opened up is crisp and shiney. That's how you know it's not real, everything is shiney. It's not beautiful though. It's beautiful as you let life drift into you and let the bad flow away. You smile and laugh, but that's what makes it ugly. The soul fact you are smiling and laughing. You have actual hope flowing through your veins for just a moment when you smile and laugh. Then you feel sick. The hijacking ends and when you wake up, you keep on telling yourself it was fake. It was a dream. Then you breath in the air and feel tired and that's when you realize it wasn't a dream because you live a nightmare. You wake up in a nightmare and sleep in a nightmare. That's the rules. That's the rules when you hijack yourself. When you can't stop yourself and realize it isn't hijacking. It's changing. It you changing for the worse because the nightmare you are living is killing you. It reaps you and leaves you tired and frial. Then you decide to take a step out of the nightmare, and the real air, the happiness shreds you to pieces. That's it you live a nightmare and that's it. Happiness only becomes temporary because it stings to live it any longer then that, temporary.
Originally Patience
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