Sometimes I think I'm insane.

That friday... I was thrown into a black hole, and I couldn't get out. The dream and the words haunted me, and it was all I could think of. My mind has a weird way of fighting dark moods.
For a long time, I've been creating  places and people in my head as a way of coping with things. There is a house, and a person, that helps me keep calm, and think about things in general. It's like I'm discussing things with the other half of myself.  They're both in my head somewhere. Now, it's not strange when I go somewhere in my head to talk to him. Not for me anyway. I need it. But it is all the more strange when I almost can feel the presence of him in the "real" world. He followed me on my walks. He put a hand om my shoulder and said how everything was going to be alright, and how none of what was going on in my head at that point mattered. And as they smiled and laughed and I felt anger and anvy to their happiness, he tried to convince me to be strong and calm. And when I sat on a bench, waiting and thinking, wanting the agonizing time to pass faster, he stood there in front of me, looking at me in a comforting way, and it just made me feel better. And I was at the same time chocked of how real the presence felt. If I didn't know better, I could have sworn he was really there..

I'm insane. I must be.

All this, all that has been going on these days, it's all based on fear.

Pull me 'round
And tell me that you'll never let me drown
Touch me slow
Like your fingertips might never let me go

But you know
That I`m caught between the magic that you gave to me
And the fear that you might leave
Because it scares me