Hallucinate

13/04

Little love flickers. Like coloured stars, dancing heart, pirouetting before my eyes. I don't think the others can see it, they are blind to the hard truth. And sometimes there are less flickers, sometimes more, and they are so entrancing.

 

16/04

I'm seeing other things now. Sparrows where there aren't any, and people stare when I throw my bread. It catches on the wind and blows away and the sparrows go hungry. Poor little birdies, like me, left to fend for myself. But the love flickers fade with the days.

 

20/05

I don't see the flickers anymore. Or maybe the world has died; people don't hold hands, no love on the streets. It makes me sad, but the sparrows come more, hungry for the flickers. But I can't feed what I have none. So I ignore and they fade too.

 

31/07

I don't see anything anymore. I told people about my hallucinations, and how it drove me crazy, and they gave me some psychiatric treatment. So now I'm cured, but I can't help missing the sparrows that danced at my feet. I've replaced the imaginary with the real, though, and got myself a boyfriend. He loves me more than the little birds did.

--- Mackenzie

Author's Note

Ignore the bad quality, look at the content. I felt a bit crazy, and that was what came out.