Law

Many a time I am reminded that the seam between dreams and reality and actually more distinct than not. It is there and more importantly, it is obvious.

Intoxicated or not, it is never the perception of the border that plays a part, it is the border itself. There is a right and wrong.

So in days where I sit on the edge and play with the seam that parts these two worlds, I am ever so careful to walk only within the border.

You never know if someone is watching. You never know if you cross, someone will take you away. Better safe than sorry is a policy I often uphold.

This is not a lonely road to walk. Often there are others here, exploiting its limits. Pushing far beyond any decent person would dare.

Stay too long and you begin to lose sight you see. You start to waver. You start to cross the border.

It sometimes get hard to care about things. It sometimes just seems such a pain to care.

So you just casually make sure no one is watching, and run across.