Down The Rabbit Hole: Story Recently Neglected

I do not dream in metaphors any more. I live them. And if I live, it means - I'm alive! So much alive! That is why the metaphors do not knock on the window to catch my attention. And I do not watch them through the panes. The door is open and I let them in. At last, we can get acquainted.

- I'm an emotional retard.
Silence
- You're just completely lost. It's hard not to feel the side effects.
For the first time I'm allowed to be lost. For the first time I know that's the only way out.