[ WP ] You live 2 separate lives : in the world of reality and in the world of dreams . You must now choose only one between the two .

I'd thought about it a lot. Well, a little more than a lot. I'd thought about it constantly. I'm thinking about it now. I am not writing, just thinking. I was confused and could n't really tell the difference. Tenses seemed hard, and are unimportant. I thinking. 
 
 I knew that my other life. This life? Could n't be. Was it? 
 I know that my other life. That life? Is? Or was n't it? 
 
 I know that choosing. I could be threatened by the idea, even. 
 
 It is n't that I should n't choose. Or do n't know how. 
 
 I just ca n't tell the difference anymore. 
 
 Choosing seems so nice and easy and simple. 
 But my life and my dreams. This might be that, but is n't. Could it be? I do n't remember the last time I woke up or fell asleep, but sometimes I am here and sometimes I am there. 
 
 The lines are blurry, or maybe there are n't lines anymore. 
 I do n't know... I did n't know. I wo n't know. I ca n't know. 
 
 But all the same, I do. I know exactly where I am. Sometimes. 
 I just wish anyone understood. Sometimes people seem to respond solely to my impact, but other times they seem to ignore me entirely. 
 
 I do n't quite understand where I am. Sometimes I seem to be eating, other times I feel on the brink of starvation. 
 
 It's very hard to process. I'm giving up. Processed, processing. I give up. Processing, I had given up. Years ago I gave up, but in the future I am still trying to give up. 
 
 I wish I could see straight. I'm in a line somewhere. Now I seem to be entering the line. I'm at the front now. The man next to me is a woman. Or it does n't really matter. I'm eating. I think it's tomorrow, but it might still be today. 
 
 Sometimes I can see my old office. Sometimes I'm in it. The last thing I remember, I was in a bed, at my office? The next thing I'm remembering is about my old office. How many keyboards had I gone through? Six, Eight? 
 
 I'm in my office now. I'm typing. I typed. My assistant comes in, she - I think his name was Michelle. Michael. Her. It does n't matter. All realities seem to be true. At once, but also in the past and in the future. I am typing a report. Right now. This is the report. 
 
 I am sending this to my boss. 
 
 Best wishes, 
 Michael 
 
 PS I am bringing in your coffee and keyboard seven right now. You look tired. 
 
 My wife is on the phone now. Ring ring, hello? 
 
 `` I am speaking to myself from the other end of the receiver.'' 
 
 `` You will never wake up. Also you will never fall asleep. It will be impossible to tell where you begin or end. Do n't worry I am the future and the past. I can not see or hear, can not read or write. But you can. PS. Do you like sugar and cream with your coffee? Best, Michael. PS I am bringing you your coffee right now. Your wife is on the phone.''
