What part of our reality is real? This may seem a question that is far too over the top, too magical but recently, scarily recently life has taken a terrible turn for me, I have questions for you, that are all too real.

What I see, I have no idea if it is real anymore. The light can shine so bright that it burns my eyes. The ground I walk on is not real.

Sometimes I wonder if the words that I have said have been correct if I have said something peculiar. At times I can burn my body have bruises and yet no memory. I have heard of Sleep Walkers but this is not the same. The world at times looks different. It doesn’t scare me but it worries me what I could do, what I might say. These people I am with think I am crazy. Yet my friends understand. Sometimes I think it is these other people that are the crazy ones. These people today are different. They are Muggles they are not like me. They look nothing like me. Speak nothing like me.