Ununderstandable words come out of my mouth; of her mouth. Indeed, am I really that odd creature in trance state?
I can see the glows again. They stream before my eyes. I am awake, I am not sleeping. I can really see a ball of energy now. My hands interact with it; with...them.
"Tell the stars I think of them every day. Tell them I love them; tell them I miss them. Tell them I belong to their kingdom forever, no matter under which shape I exist.
She hides her face in my hands. She winces and try to tear off an invisible mask with my twisted fingers. I try to comfort her.
I try to comfort her. That kind of manifestations is almost common to me now. I have to live with it.
I won't tell my shrink about it. He said that I did not suffer from schizophrenia, but if he ever heard me tell him that kind of events, he would probably reconsider his own diagnosis.
