Whenever I get into that ‘I don’t know if I’m real’ mood, I always retreat to the mind of an artist. I don’t know who this artist is, but he very well may be my Creator. I’m afraid that I’m living in his fantasy world as a complex character in his story. The other people are supporting characters, yet I don’t know if I function as the protagonist, antagonist, or the role of another supporting character. If I’m just another supporting character, then I don’t know who the main character is.
The world is constantly changing, which gives me the notion that he hasn’t written his story on paper yet, meaning we’re still swimming in a whirlpool of ideas in his head and nothing’s set in stone. This could explain the changing of the seasons, the evolution of my character and the others, as well as the many conflicts we’ve encountered in life. He doesn’t have an ending in mind yet, which brings wonders as to when and how he’ll write my character out.
If we haven’t been put to paper yet, he’s got a knack for keeping all of these ideas in his head. What a wonderful imagination he possesses, although at times quite sadistic. I have a feeling he takes us with him into the night as he falls asleep and we’re exposed to his dreams and nightmares. No wonder why they say all good things must come to an end, his dreams are interrupted by the beginning of a new day. I don’t even want to describe the nightmares he has put us through. Just what exactly does he think about before he falls asleep?
I’m intimidated by the thought of actually living through another individual’s dreams, nightmares, and imagination. Although, he has done a wonderful job with my character since he gave me a set of flaws. These flaws serve as a reason to keep living in his fantasy world, working towards a happy ending.
My Seven Devils 