doppelgangers galore

lately i have been having some strange experiences...people are telling me stories that i have heard before...stories that are mine...it is truely the first step towards oneness...and madness...they are truly telling me my own stories back to me in which they (instead of me) are now the protagonist...i sit and listen to myself...i have gotten to the point where i am in fact bored with making up characters with their own tired stories, so i just indulge myself in my own stories relayed to me by others...it is a feeling of strange bliss and confusion...the stumbling and the bumbling of a dream...all the world carrying on conversations, and all an aspect of myself...you wonder what the difference is betweeen the mystic and the madman, the madman and the fool...and it is simply perspective...the banshees are howling outside my window, the shapes are shifting by the light of the moon...i have begun the long walk home and left my breadcrumbs behind...