a screenshot of reality

its always been dead real like this, ever since childhood i guess. but as a black and white world is to a dog, i've alwys considered them as THE big problems. mine were just the most meaningful and the most trustworthy, like everyone else thinks. i've put so much faith in my own illusions that sometimes i lose the grip, i see a scattered image that never becomes. i'm afraid i'm turning into my enemy, the one that ive always feared, respected and loathed. its only in times like this that i seem to react against it, to observe its transformation into...myself. its funny how extraordinary lies can be hidden under a smile, sometimes altered until so perfect that it deceives even its owner too. so the circle never ends. it gets dissolved and back to sanity.