How can you properly describe this feeling? Memories, maybe false, maybe delusion, but clear, formed, maybe real?
I remember a place worlds away, that I called home. A place eternal and infinite, beyond this material plane. A place full of light, warm, shimmering, a connection and whole oneness to all in existence.
I still yearn for this place, I have a deep longing to be there, a homesickness of sorts. And I feel I can never properly explain it.
They tell me it’s fake, that it’s not real. I tell them they just don’t remember that place, or have never been. I’m told we all originated from this place, by the voices.
I’m having to remind myself I’m sick, and that this may all be fake. Remind myself that I can’t trust myself and my memories, even if they do call out to me, and leave something longing inside. A physical and emotional reaction to a delusional memory and confused thought patterns, even further cemented by visions and voices? Maybe that’s It. Maybe I’m just a madman.
Anyone else have to fight feelings like that?
