The Labyrinth Wall

Delusional or not, maybe if I believe in a better world with enough conviction, and convince others to believe it as well, then it will be real.

No matter what there always seems to be something clouding my existence, nothing is ever clear.

My strings are being pulled, this time by a different puppet master.

What’s not to love? I made friends with a pretty girl and now we get to plan a castle break in. This beats the day to day kill, eat and survive.

I think I sense a tone of honesty, if honesty exists in this world.

Reality worked its way into my dreams where it wasn’t welcome.