I don’t lie.
No, I don’t lie, I act.
I act against my will to act as myself. But how am I really acting?
I acted for so long that I forgot how the real me is acting.
I dream at a better me. A kind of me that doesn’t need to act.
I dream with my eyes open and I’m not quite sure either I’m awake or sleeping.
I act even when I dream. Is not me the one who is chased by the Boogie Man in my weirdest nightmares or… Continue