Some days, I wake up and feel like I�ve step into an alternate reality.
Some days, my inner self could see clearly and seem more in touch or tangible from the surface.
Some days, I wake up feeling lost and locked within.
Some days, it�s endless sunshine and a comforting breeze follows me everywhere.
Some days, there seems to be more of me and we have fun and chat together.
Some days, I can�t help but look towards my left� expecting someone to pass by.
Some days, I can feel the music� hear the nuances of sound.
Some days, my mental images are all black and white or just plain faded.
Some days, I can see patterns on leaves, clouds, sands, pavements and everything else.
Some days, I wake up with my 6 year old self.
Some days, my evil twin is behind my back.
Some days, I can say what I feel.
Some days, someone else speaks for me and I don�t like it but can�t stop.
Some days, I feel like I�m flying towards the sun, the breeze against my face as I fall back down to earth and the blackness that envelopes right after.
Some days, I feel like I�m a house with some windows left unopened.
Some days, I can�t help but look for myself.
Some days, someone visits me.
Some days, I sit and stare, sit and breaths, sit and be still.
Some days, it�s hard to be here and now.
All days then, now and tomorrow, I am with me.
