When the bottom drops, you find yourself alone. Falling, you reach out as best you can, for anything to hold on to.

A branch, a twig, a small slice of grass to hold you to reality.

The reality they say is good and true, but is it, if you are always having to strive to stay in it?

Wouldn't it be grand if your own reality was the best one in the land? The one where you were in the know and all the others were trying to find where you were.

Worlds would be rocked by the imagination of all inside this place.

Would people slowly go insane if they had to live inside your brain?

It's a thought I wonder from time to time. I'm not overly concerned. I can barely use my cell phone so I don't see me willing to share my brain through some weird brain swapping device.

It does make you wonder though if any of us would survive in another's brain, even for an hour. I'm thinking it would be a scary thing no matter who's brain you found yourself in. I'm going with 'No Thank You' if they should ever ask.

We all have our own way of dealing with the world, the memories, the pain. I don't think this is something we all deal with in similar ways.

My memories, some would scream at, I would, of some of yours.

Let's let people be who they are and give them hope when it's needed. We are all on this planet together for good or bad let's try and have more tolerance then not.

When in the end we all strive for the same thing.

Staying in the correct reality.