It Has Started Again

It has started again. I have started to see things. Things which are not there anymore. I wake up not knowing where I am. Everythin that happened before I went to sleep is all a dream? Was i dreaming everything. The clock on my table reads 7am. I have to talk to her in 30 minutes. But all i can hear is static.
Was there a radio switched on somewhere. I look around me. It is a whole new world waiting to be explored by some naive young boy waiting to be forced into concentual slavery.
The last memory I have is of the smell of bleaching powder. This memory, triggers another on in which i tasted it. Where was i going to go anyway. My sleep is all i have and i loose it in my nightmares. I dont relise that Im talking out aloud to myself. When was the last time i did that. I remember, those were the days when it used to rain. You were all wet. You were not crying.
Time stopped for me. And before I knew it I was walking down the road alone.
The only moments I feel free is when I am with her. And now the only thing I feel is humiliation and lonliness.
I am loosing track of time again. I am loosing my mind.