The Observer

The world, or the part of the world in which i am trapped

is not actually a place.

i dont ACTUALLY feel, smell, hear, taste or see anything.

its all in my head.

pretty much the same as real sensation,

except real sensation is....

real.

and reality has boundaries that the mind does not.

For the truth is, i am not real.

i am simply the worst of what I used to be. I am a pessimist,
and i all i am is the worst i can see in myself.

I am the Observer.