A bicameral world

'I live in two separate worlds: I refer to them as a real world and an idealistic world - created from my own imagination. I live in both as I'm not sure I could cope living in one alone.'

Ernest smiled at me hearing my words. He was probably thinking I was saying my usual nonsense; but being an incoherent person, I have a tendency to express incoherent thoughts.

'I'm not sure whether to think nonsense or truth or both from what you say Roger' said Ernest, in a surprisingly strange accent which I wasn't accustomed to.

'Was it necessary to employ such an unintelligible accent Ernest? Your voice sounds perfectly fine when not awfully altered'

'I thought it would give me edge, but then when I realised how awful it sounded, it was far too late to not say it'

'I don't think I know anyone as practical as you Ernest' I said, only slightly ironically.

A pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

A pale thin girl, with eyes forlorn
Stepped into the cold night.
She told Sleep not to visit me,
That she'd rather haunt my thoughts
And sway in the tumultuous winds.

In my dreams she came to see me,
She bore a golden crown but had no King.
And with her pale skin and emerald eyes,
She enchanted me,
So that I forgave her sweet soul.