Just gonna post something I wrote, because I feel kinda lonely and don’t know if anyone will be able to relate.

You don’t get it, do you? It is not that people like me do not see stars when we believe them to be ghosts; we see the stars, and yet still believe them to be more. So tell me, where is the line - where does our reality turn into your fantasy? Where do whispers become a problem, and an ability become the truth? Tell me, where do signs from the universe turn into a weapon, and being awake means falling asleep? How do we bury the parts of ourselves that see more, when there is a world of unanswered questions no man alive can ever comprehend?

And I want you to answer me, even if all this heaviness carries nothing more than a false truth. Because maybe the scariest thing is not what we cannot see, or even what is classed as real — maybe the scariest part is not knowing what our minds will believe next.