Continuation

I'm picking this blog up from nowhere, i didn't bother reading what i wrote yesterday. I think i'm scared looking at what i wrote will wake me up from this writing "trance" i am in. Sounds delusional, probably is, but what can i say i am the king of delusions. Everything around me is an illusion to the extent that even the image on the mirror deceives me. Could it be insanity? Am i drifting closer and closer to that line i fear so much, the darkness on insanity? Or the light of confusion?

There's no difference you know; light and dark. They co-exist and cannot be seperated from one another