Trapped within the confines of these four walls bare and empty, filled with nothing but stale air. A metaphor for my life, tragic. A mirror appears and I am strapped down forced upon my reflection. The vanity is pushed down my throat so violently I choke, screaming out for it to stop. Vanity is a weak trait. I open my eyes tentatively, I am surrounded by water. The calming currents wash the sin from my skin and clothes as if it were holy. The endless water is far reaching and never ending. Kicking and paddling for hours my limbs start to grow feeble and weary, I sink down beneath the frozen lake. My eyes slowly close to reveal my death. Just as I had dealt with the acceptance and become one with my fate, I find myself on a bench. From my position I see a park bustling with life, trees swaying, sun shining, dogs gallivanting and hearty laughter filling all the space in between. Yes, reality is what we perceive it to be.