Untrust the Disappearance

 I live in a world where I can escape from time unknown to places strange and fitting for my darkness. Corners perfect for my whims and wisps of drama. A spotless world of imperfections and clouded dreams where you are welcome to stay or leave. But I suggest the latter, for it gets darker and harder to breathe like the insides of the sea deep below. Well then again, who am I to judge who can or cannot breathe well underwater. Maybe, just maybe they are better swimmers than someone who has only swam once in her life and that too barely. I am her. She is me. This is a line we hear one too many times these days but I cannot stop myself from doing the same. Oh it even rhymes! Well the phonetic in the middle of both days and same rhymes, I think. And I am drifting away from the starting. But then again, how do you start when you live in a world that is upside down. Do you just begin from the end? That sounds dramatic and clearly not what I am going for right now. There is no start in my world. There is no end either. Things appear and then they are just gone. Poof! Just like that. So then how do you trust a person that disappears at any moment? You don’t. Instead, you trust yourself to either believe or not.