Our own phantom zone

….….Whatever it is it’s on cruise control, any attempt to get a hold on the self, reality will take hold, and accept the challenge, it almost feels like jealousy from a collective college, I can neither see or hear, but out of nowhere I can feel the new weight I have to balance; that’s how I know that they are there, I sense emptiness peering at me through the eyes of unbeknownst characters everywhere; I would normally go unnoticed, but the moment I let go of selfish motives, characters swarm like they mad cause I know this, to other individuals I have no way to show this. Specters, outside our senses, it feels like we’ve been sentenced, our reality is an invention.