She makes me wonder.

For some people. Unreality is reality. That’s the case with my friend Julie. The alcoholic and depression-riddled one. She’s mentally ill. In a constant state of unreality.  But that’s her reality. And who am I to say that she’s being any more unreal than I? Maybe we are all crazy. Julie has created her own world. Except, she has a problem. She has trouble remembering or grasping the significance of her existence. Most of the time she’s oblivious of it all. She doesn’t take time to think. To ponder. Her aliveness. Makes me wonder if Julie is alive. Or if she has lost all awareness. Despite going through the motions of living.  --Jim Broede