a mad world....

I let myself recline against the tall, and very old gnarled tree.
The creek flowed by carefree, and i contemplated the rise and fall of the small waves.
nearby, there was a straight razor and i noticed my wrist hurt and looked at the fresh irritated scab on it.
"Thought it couldn't have gotten any worse, eh?" A small voice said from my hand. i looked down to notice i was holding a small orange.
"I thought you were bigger." i looked at it quizzically.
"Were sitting by a creek in the open, how do you think a giant orange will make those finicky joggers react?" The Orange answered.
I shrugged in agreement.
"Rejection is a terrible thing for a young boy in love, i guess." i said gazing at the creek. "If i'm still here when i dream, there's something wrong isn't there?" i looked down at the orange expectantly.
"funny thing memory. its more malleable and solid than people give it credit for. you can create an entire world with them and never leave." The orange answered somberly.
"That woman who dragged Andy off into hick country said i needed to come to terms with the massive disapointment that is existence." I said as i lit a cigarette.
"What the hell do philosiphy majors know? her goal was to cause misery to everything she could." The orange paused. "We must be going back a ways, your still smoking."
I contemplated the cigarette and put it out.
"The Matrix, The wall, whatever you call it is made by fears and attachment. Some people who you still visit in this place you will never see again. Lets take a small example. how about Margie? the last time you saw her was the day you got out of the loony bin. that was a good four years ago. she's likely whumping some asshole for a line of coke right now." The Orange said sternly.
"I feel contented here." I said with a pain in my chest.
"This is where most people go. you gave up your dreams, your belief in cool stuff like vampires, and the emotions that made you more than some strange kid who has to take pills for a supposed lapse in sanity. This is the borderline of mediocrity, day after day pretty much the same.if you want more than this you'll need to fight. Fight like hell. this is what separates those who change the world from those who just use it." The Orange sprouted tiny wings and hovered in front of me. "Tooth and nail."
I stood up, and walked away from the tree and the creek. i blinked as the sun seemed to finally feel like more than just some heat on my back.