You see a successful person, an unhappy person. A third person.
You have a good dream, a nightmare or just a normal one.
You like it, or you don’t like it. You like it nor you dislike it, you fear it.
You fear it for a past reason, you fear it without a reason. Why?
You feel like laying on the bed. You feel like crying. Your throat starts hurting like thorns are planted. Your eyes get red, they carry tears. Your mind is so crowded with thoughts that there is not a single thought you could think of: ‘alone’. Suddenly, a black coverlet falls upon your mind’s broken windows. Everything is blank and black. You can’t differ anything. Anyone. Your heart either beats so fast that you fear it will pounce out. Or it beats so extremely slow as if it is just going to stop.
You write a poetry. You draw a scenery. You write nothing, you draw nothing. You just drop blots of ink on the paper and feel as if it was one of the finest artwork of yours.
The third dimension is “CONFUSION”.