Its now one o'clock, as I type this. Its been half an hour since I had my last delusion.

And the question is am I a figment of your imagination or you of mine??

I am perplexed with life, my stupid delusions and amazingly composed dreams.

And I have to live on until death becomes my side kick. Not necessary yet relevant.

As pain grips my body, and my eyes turn bloodshot. As my nerves swell with fluid and my heart starts pumping in too much blood, I realize or infact come to conclude that you are all a figment of my imagination!

That you aren't even here! I am just seeing things, like Cole Sear in The Sixth Sense. Are you for real? Are the people I see, meet and talk to, are the people on television, radio and anomynous commenters on invalid blogs the reality I presume?

Am I living a Truman Show? Am I living an Eternal Sunshine? or am I just living in the Matrix?

Am I part of the cure? Or am I part of the disease?
Oh! I beg, I beg and plead!