It is what it is...or is it?

I wonder...

Was that just a dream or a dream that was not? The delectable remains of the feast still dance about on my palate, coaxing my appetite toward greener pastures...

No. I must focus. But my focus is elsewhere. I go through the motions and I'm sure no one suspects that I am already long gone.

My attention is drawn....away. Intention is quietly formulating itself. Identity is fragmenting into fractal pattens of uncontrolled thought emblazoning pathways in my mind.

This form you see is but a husk. And yet it is my secret heart. I don´t know who I am anymore. I grow weary of this double life. Why so few alternatives? If I am to disintegrate, let it be into a million shining shards.

What is to be done? Time to extend my arms, twirl around three times, and step through the doorway into that Other World.