A mind will produce illusions to entertain itself causing the thin line between reality and fantasy to blue. She was not so lucky. There was no one or nothing to the alleviate the hysteria she suffered.

Cynthia had lost everything she ever loved in the time of three desperate years. Her mother, her brother, her father and her best friend. Her world had changed and she was lost. There was nothing left for her on this earth, in the miserable life she was left with. The life she once lead faded away and felt like a lie. Just like a beautiful dream that she had awakened from so cruelly. It seemed so distant. She felt like her mother was as far from her as Jim Morrison. Somewhere out there she hoped her mother waited for her.

She made up her mind, she was going to end this state and be like everything else she ever loved, lost in the abyss. Lost in the morphic fields.

This is what happens when loneness finds an unfortunate soul to haunt. She was lead by her pain and grief to a cold place where no one could feel safe. It was like a plague penetrating her fragile weakened mind and caused this sickness to erupt in her heart. She was welcoming her demise. The shroud off darkness that had befallen her would be lifted in her death, so she felt. And if she had a reason to be here she didn’t care.

She was empty inside and the dream is all she wanted.