Words, sometimes, are not effective tools to verbalise our thoughts and feelings.
Other times, touch and the sixth sense do not pick up on the delicate very well either.
It feels cold to bask in the sun, and feels homely to embrace the moonlight.
Where then, is the line between reality and fantasy?
How does someone know if they're in the real world, living and breathing?
How does someone know what is real?
Is it the end of the world, when you touch a cool exterior of a piece of frozen glass and think it to feel so surreal?
Trapped. Suffocating. Can't breathe. Insanity.
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