3rd: Fear of the end

I sometimes fear that my mind and reality change and shift parallel to each other.  That is, I very much fear that reality is nought but the workings of my very own soul on display.  And all of the players, their existence only as a satellite to mine.  Might they know this, would they not crowd my body, rather than reject me as they do?  Or are they bound by a nature that exists as though the pen on a page?

And the hand that holds this pen.  Might he also be bound to the players?  Should his hand slip, might a character change as though struck or possessed?

What would happen when the story has been finished?

The End

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