The Redux

The Redux Re-emergence, visions flooding in while in a state of surrealism. Not sure of whats right or wrong, no idea whats going on; it feel all too real. It cannot be true, my eyes make a fool of me, this isn’t going on. A nightmarish phantasm that refuses to end. A false reality that bubbles up from the consciousness that is refused. All that is done is to stare, and watch. Watch as things unfold. A truth that is hidden, a reality that is ignored and not wanted. Realize its but a dream, but also understand it holds substance to whats real. Events are unfolding and going through the motions, My imagination corrupts the mind, fills it with images unwanted. I finally wake up from that lull. Unsure what to do next, unsure on what happened. Fathom that was a false reality…but why does it leave me feeling so drained.