I am not sure what it is, but it is a part of me. I'm calling it the Radii, I think. Yeah, ray-dee-ai. Like...the distance of a circle, reaching out. 

I admit it. I fell out of the world. For a time, I simply...wasn't. I don't know where I was, but I know I screwed up. I admit it. But, there was something there, out in that nothing. I remember that, and I remember...learning. Finding a piece of myself. It was about a month, I think, and I came back with /this/. 

I see it out of the corner of my eyes more than anything. Look, see? You can see it probably easier than I can. It's like a corona. Like when you stare at the moon. Oversaturation. It's like...a flicker against the edge of my thoughts. Sometimes, I can manipulate it, and it's like a limb. I can move with it- I can shape and mold and sculpt it. See? Often it filters out as wings- like shards of opalescent crystal, shaped like flittering limbs. 

Sometimes it's tenatacles. And if I don't focus, sometimes i catch it just flowing with my subconscious- emoting over my head. Even clothes, when i'm feeling social. It works with me, that much i'm sure. The only downside is that, well, it's a little disorienting. Sometimes I get wrapped up in the moment, and I just...

Reality gets weird. I don't think I completely came back from the dreaming-land, and sometimes if I let my thoughts...unfocus, I bring it back WITH me. The halo expands, and I realize how /funny/ the story is, how people play it. You seem so uptight, so confused, so unsure about yourself. It's okay, I understand. But you know, sometimes you need a different perspective.

You don't have to worry, is my point. There's thinking about yourself, and then there's being yourself. Being in the moment. That's all I'm suggesting- just relax. Relax and stare at the pretty colors, as the world goes soft around the edges.

That's what I am- an agent of impossibility. 
Nothing will come to harm you, just as dreams fail to leave wounds upon waking. 
But you see, you can still learn from the stories you hear in your subconscious. In the place of not-entirely-real. That's what's happening, isn't it?

I'm speaking Words, and i'm implying a reality that we're both going to inhabit. At least for a while enough for you to get comfortable. And you can see the colours, the Radii spreading across your vision. Across everything, staining surfaces and walls and your flesh, softly caressing your chin and your chest, aqueous, almost rubbery tentacles of the luminescence stroking and caressing you, holding you safe and close...

And you hear your lips move, speaking the Words as well, though they don't feel completely natural, like it was something you were remembering from a lecture from someone else:
"Whose reality is it?"

Ah, well, there's something to think on...
Though I don't think you can really think right now, can you?
Hee. Thought so. Juuust relax...