Playing Along

by | Sep 26, 2010 | 0 comments

Leafing through pictures of my whole adult life…please someone tell me this isn’t real.  It’s like I live as though I’m in a dream or playing some part, but every now and then I wake up.  I realize I AM awake.  I realize everyone else I know is either playing along, or it’s true and this is real life.  Only it doesn’t feel like any life I’ve ever known before.  It’s not my life with sorrow interjected.  It’s a different world entirely.  I have been transported.

JAC

September 26, 2010

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