I always think about this, we all really are dead, but we still live. In this world we created.
People sometimes tell me that at one point everyone went to sleep, forever. And we're all existing then on as a line of text on an old hard drive somewhere, buried.
My thoughts is interrupted by a friend of mine, Ryan; "Hey there kiddo, thought you blacked out or somethin. "Yea, well i guess im asleep but talking to you heh." "listen, i was wondering if you had a little spare change 'cuz i needa new arm." I hand over a few extra bucks and he wanders off. I guess he mida gotten into a hairy situation with some hoods or somethin, hence the arm.
I realize it's almost 12:30 and i should probably get home. As I walk I take in the city around me,
Bright neon lights everywhere and tons of pedestrians. It would seem like this should be a haven, a place of peace. The reality is as long as you owna mega corporation or enough people buy your drugs than youll be off the streets otherwise, your as poor as everyone else. I get home and it seems like evryones still awake, Jess and Dean are on the couch and ryan back aswell. "Ey, the kids home." Dean announces. "Took a bit i guess, sorry guys." Even when saying this, I still feel the warmth of coming home. These people are family in a sense, even if where all just a bunch of guys livin together. I shuffle to my room and get in bed, I need to be up in the morning to take a day job. I think about the same things as i was walking, just cant get it outta my head i guess.
I leave in the morning before anyone gets up, and I make my commute. I really shouldn't be working legally, im 14, but everyone starts around this time and there's no government to stop it anyw- someone grabs my shoulders from behind and i immediately try to move, but i can't. I look to see who it is and some dude with wear ive never seen before is behind me. He says "sorry to provoke anything, i needed someones attention." "just let me go." he responds "follow me for a bit and you'll understand." this isn't how people generally talk when being jumped. Skepticall; i go along. Hes taking me through some back streets around the edge of town, he walking quite quickly in front of me. He eventually stops and Whats in front of us startles me. Its a large bottle, filled with water. "Whats so special about the water?" I ask. "Well that right there is actual water, you are never drinking water my friend, as you know. But this, this is from the real world. Take a sip." I take the suggestion, i can feel it move through my quickly, it's definitely different from what everyone is given as food stamps. I start to feel nauseous, and a rushing sensation, I can feel reality as is.
I'm here now.
Real.