Am i going crazy?

can u hear me or am i talking to myself.

the walls are shivering in their response.

the silence is ear piercing. 

my hands are shaking,

don't just stand there and look at me.

answer me...

why won't you answer me?

why are you just staring at me with the haunted expression deep in your eyes?

can you even hear me?  do i have a voice?

am i crazy?

yes i am, that must be it.  the ramblings of a mad woman who can no longer tell fantasy from reality.  the fabrics that kept the two seperate for so long have now merged into one and i can't tell the difference.  the walls are shifting the floor is creaking.

whispers... can you hear them?

i hear someone... do you hear it?

shhhhh.... listen...

stop smiling at me like that... have you no decency?

fine i'll just turn the light off and i won't see you anymore..