The rEal thIngS ToucH tOo mUch

I need for the real things to stop touching me so much. I can’t have real things in my world all the time. I want to help my family. I want them to know that I love them and care, but it makes me NOT ME to never be alone. I have to live alone. I have to have long periods of time where it’s just me and the things inside my head. I make the boundaries and I write the stories and some people like them. Some people don’t. That doesn’t concern me. My gift is the story and in order to write it, I need to be alone unless I come to you or ask for you to come to me.

Too much interaction with the REAL THINGS, with reality, makes me unable to see the story and write it. I love to live and share love with my loved ones, but I’m one of the crazy ones. You all know it. Right now, I need all the real things to disappear. I need time and solitude to find my sanity again. I’m sorry. I am, but the real things are not real to me right now.