Mirror Moves

Someone is looking back that I don’t quite recognize. This is who I am? This person staring back at me? This is the mirrored version of what the world around me sees? What’s that out of the corner of my eye? Is that movement? Is somebody there? Are there people all around me, watching, waiting? What is this shadow world that seems to permeate reality?

Wake up…...

I lie awake with the TV on. I can’t sleep without it. I need that background noise to block out the white noise of the universe, the white noise that talks back to you. There’s no one there. I know it’s just me. There’s probably no one anywhere. It’s probably just me. This whole world, this whole universe, is probably just a construct of my mind. A part of me believes that, but I know that I can’t think about it too much. If you start believing it with your whole mind, you become insane. The only way to break free is to go insane. I’m just trying to keep a logical mind. I know logically that none of the things I hear or see in the dark are real.

What’s the difference between something being real and something not being real if you’re the observer, and you can’t ever prove anything outside yourself?