FRANKSENTICAL

He was wise beyond his years, even before he could speak rumours started to spread. As soon as he could, this man spoke the truth, or whatever nonsense other people gossiped about him said.

I am that man, and what I believe in, is reality. Never mind what society seems to think, I have cracked the code. Hidden away from the rest of the world for my own safety, for I questioned everything on anyone’s lips.

“Is the sky really above us?”

“Is grass actually that green?”

“Are we really breathing in Oxygen?”

They call me a Frankosentical. A stranger in their town, but I know the truth! Whatever they say, do not listen to them. They say I’m eccentric, deranged out of my mind, a head missing a few screws, but I know what I am!

I sit alone with the curtains closed, peering out of the frosted glass, in complete darkness. I am not myself anymore, for fear has taken over. We really are all a part of one big experiment, being played with by the universe, one century at a time. Nothing can really be a coincidence.

The history books have lied to us, through whispers and hushed tones. I will not listen any longer! I am a Frankosentical and proud of it!