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Things For Which I See
I came across a brick building on the corner between two streets. So scared that my thoughts wouldn’t have enough time to exit my brain before I get to my final destination. My surroundings were unfamiliar, even though I had past that brick building between two streets many times. I am now walking down a narrow and dark street with only one dim light to guide my way. This can’t be my street with the dim light, or is it? The strange thing is that I can’t see where I am going but somehow I can with my touch. I am now at small white door for which I can barely find a way to fit through, the door to my home, but this isn't my door for which I see, or is it? I go in anyways and find out it was all mine. Only but a fragment of my imagination, thinking that it wasn’t. This time the cause of these delusional thoughts weren’t my surroundings, the cause was me.
