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It’s inside me…

That worm, it controls everything I do.

I can’t escape it. I want to feel, but I cannot.

That blasted worm is denying my right to be human.

If only I had voted against the new law.

They said “It’ll be great. There will be no crime, no hate, no war.”

I didn’t think about it when I voted. I thought “What the hell, this will improve society drastically.”

But oh no, no, no in my opinion it’s sucked all the life out of society.

And now me and the rest of this world live in a twisted, warped reality. Where nothing is colourful and there is no imagination.

The worst thing is…I can never escape it. The thought of suicide doesn’t exist anymore.

In fact my thoughts don’t even exist. Everything I imagine is immediately destroyed by the worm. Then I get a train of my own supposed thought. Which is actually just a trail of information, the worm has made up and transmitted into my brain.

Wait a second. I can feel, I can think. I can imagine. Why is this?! The worm must of died or short circuited or something…I love it. I never want to let this feeling go!

Maybe this worm never existed. Maybe this was all a trick. Maybe the people who tricked me are still out there….Watching me. Waiting for me to realise I have been tricked. Am I a experiment? Is this the first stages of mind control..

I must escape this building. I must tell the world my discovery. I must stop this torture. Am I just imagining this.

Oh god I cannot take it….

‘Reality’ as we call it is a thing of scepticism to me. It doesn’t quite exist, but we know it is there. If ‘reality’ is physical, then it is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'reality' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain. Almost the entire human race sees this as ‘reality’. Except for those few who have a different take on ‘reality’, these people are the people we label as ‘insane’, ‘paranoid’ or ‘mentally unstable’. These people see ‘reality’ in a different way to everyone else. So I started to think, are these people actually so crazy? Could it be us who saw ‘reality’ in the wrong way and it was actually them who could see the ‘real’ world. Maybe a form of higher intelligence, be it humans or non-humans, pulled a sort of veil over the most part of civilisation around the world. To block us from truly seeing what was actually out there. Maybe it could have saved us? Or maybe it was put there is destroy us? Who knows?

I’ll tell you who. Those people labelled ‘insane’ who ‘we’ feel the need to keep locked away because they see or hear other things which we can’t. Maybe they see/hear the truth being blocked from us. But the higher power will attempt to lock them away. So they cannot speak the truth to the rest of civilisation. And foil the attempt made by the higher powers to blind us.

It could be for the greater good or it could be for the worse. Once again I will say, who knows? Not I, not you, not he, not she. But the people who we deem fit to lock away in mental asylums all over the world.

I emphasise this point that this is all just a theory I had. I hope you enjoyed it.

I stood there for a good ten minutes taking in my surroundings, surveying my kingdom. Until I reached out to shut the patio doors, to save the rain hitting the laminate flooring; which had recently been installed. I stood there just looking out through the double glazing of the sheet of glass in my patio doors. The right door, I had left open just a few inches. So I could stand there and watch and hear and feel the sheer emotional velocity of the rain. Then a thought occurred to me: “This is ment to be summer, well British summer and it was raining. What was happening? Sure global warming had come in to affect, so since the ice caps were melting and causing more water in the sea. There should be more rain, but why now? Why in the summer? We have had rain all year around. Couldn’t it just give it a break for a few weeks of sun?” Then another thought occurred, that I always seem to stumble into an a lot. A common thought process to me, I could call it a natural place for my mind to inhabit, a kind of ‘home’. I started to wonder whether any of the ‘facts’ were true about global warming. Whether any of it was real? The rain, the laminate flooring, the double glazed patio doors, my clothes and I started to think “How do I know I’m not living a dream or nightmare? How do I know if my ripped blue jeans, Queens of the Stone Age t-shirt, red flannel shirt or brown beanie was real? How did I know if I was real?”