?Reality!For the last few weeks now, my life had been getting very very stranger. See what I mean ? For example, there was this voice. This insistant little voice, the one that told me "hey, the reason you looked suddenly over there was because of that girl", or, "see that hair salon you just looked at suddenly, unconciously ? That's because of the haircut idea your mum planted in you earlier this morning". It was getting on my nerves. But just recently, it was really bugging me. As much as I wanted to shut it up, it just kept talking and talking and talking "this is because of this", "this is because you believe in that", "this man represents something else". It was giving me headaches and eventually I retreated away from an ever confusing society of representational symbolism. So now I sat in my room. The voice still talked, but this time a little slower, only perking up if it heard a bird, or if a spark of sunshine entered the room, which wasn't often, as I'd nailed up all the windows and doors in order not to see anything. "And that light, the lightbulb ? That represents the last spark of your old life". I looked up at the light. I turned to the light, and I turned it off. "thankyou" said the voice. "now you can know who I am" I asked... "I am your new life.", it said. "now, instead of me destroying things, I will create things. Instead of me having to remove all those reasons, I can create reasons, instead of me shownig explainations of things entering your life, I will give the explainations, saying 'today I want this', or 'no, I beleive in that'. I will be a creative light" I turned the switch back on, I started to believe, and I fought for what I believed so that everything I ever wanted to be real... ...was.
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