Alternative Realities

I think sometimes I can see into two separate realities.

There is where I am, which is full of pain and words that sound like Arhhguughuwp, full of crappy sorrowful writing and Gothic songs from mis-spent youth, and even worse, the coping mechanisms that go with that.

And then there's one where the other half is, peacefully sleeping, undistracted working, able to go through the motions.

I think that I have had visiting postmen who have missed me more than this.