case study of a window, day 1.

sometimes i wonder when my life will begin
birth? high school? uni? 
and i listen to people planning for zombies
or some other apocalypse
that will kick-start all of their potential.
i wonder when things are going to start feeling real.
maybe people like love because it
is immidiate like that.
maybe all these people are just
figments of my imagination;
a subconcious message to wake up.
maybe it isn't real
maybe you're a projection of something
i want.
the world I could wake up to
where my life could begin.