My day begins and ends in front of a sea of people.
I brush my teeth, they perch on the edge of my bath, marvelling at how good I look, after a mere three hours of sleep.
I make breakfast, they ask me where I learnt to cook, this is the most delicious thing they’ve ever tasted.
I vacuum, they’ve never seen anything quite so clean.
I dance like a loon, and they watch, mesmerised, like I am a seaweed moving with the rhythm of the sea.
They lie.
And they lie.
And they lie.
And I let them.
I live in my mind, my life played out like Truman’s.
I escape to this world every day, The Shadows keeping me company, laughing at my jokes, marvelling at me, empathising when I am low, and in awe of all I am.
They say the perfect things.
Why wouldn’t they? After all, they know just what I want to hear.
What I need to hear.
I can’t quite pinpoint when I retreated inside my head, but I do know, that I don’t know how to leave.
That I don’t want to leave.
The Breakfast Club 
I’m about to board a plane, but didn’t want to read and fly.
This is beautiful and moving and sad and concerning, or not, I’m not sure, but certainly beautiful and moving and now I must get on my plane.
This is haunting. I reread many times. Maybe the shadows speak the truth. Maybe they can see who you are? That you are indeed beautiful and hilarious?
I know who these shadow people are.
Haunting, yes. I have come back to read again.
You have such an incredible way with words…and for what it’s worth I’ve no idea what it is you want to hear…I wish you lived a little closer xxx
This has made me really sad. You are beyond amazing, I just wish you could see that.
Listen to those voices, they speak the truth xxx
If the voices say what you want/need to hear then it’s truth surely? X
Beautifully written. I understand exactly what you mean. I too have reread several times x