breaking-down

Sometimes, breaking down is the bravest thing you can do.

Or_ maybe I__ not going crazy. __aybe I__ some sort of android-cyborg-clone-thing, and I__ just breaking down.I__ not sure which way is worse.Dad laughs. __ou__e not in your right mind, dear,_ he says. __o, no, no, you__e not.__nd then___ilence.Dad fades away. The reverie chair disappears.There__ just blackness. I remember then that I am in the reverie of something dead. Whatever that thing was, it was dead.And, just as I__ starting to wonder if, perhaps, I have died, too, I see a light, far away in the corner of the dreamscape. The light isn__ soft; it__ not glowing. It crackles like silent lightning, burning with electricity, sparks flying out and fizzling in the dark.I don__ know why__t makes no sense, the way dreams often don____ut I want to touch the light.So I do.

Maybe you__e not breaking down.Maybe you__e breaking through.