surrealism

I find myself constantly chasing.

Chasing after something that's intangible. My mind's constantly racing and my heart's pounding faster than it should be.

Have it ever occurred to you that after moving on to a new part of your life or a new location, whatever happened and wherever you stayed before all appeared surreal. The people I knew, the places I stayed, the words I hear, the sights I see, the day to day dealings. It was almost as if they were all but a figment of my imagination.

I couldn't help wondering if it was I myself whom had lived through those times and if these memories materialized for real. Fervently seeking to prove that these visuals were genuine.

I felt as if my mind had tripped and that my life is now but a surreal entity. I get confused. I get paranoid. I get twisted.

Yes, I am an atypical being that stands out alone outcast from the social norm. Yes, I am a misunderstood being. Yes, I am a thinker of life whom craves for the unpredictable.

I am surreal. I am me.