What is reality?

For a long time I have felt that reality or what I perceive as reality has become obscured, Earth has become a place of confusion and no longer feels like home.

As the sun rises, humans creep into the monotonous cycle of life, creating and destroying. There constant urge for attention positions a monolith of information within my mind, shrouding my abilities, placing my bones into broken glass that I must wade through until they sleep, for when at night, the frequencies of contagious  human thinking ceases to be, I become free until the hour of three for that is when my mind becomes vulnerable once again. Without human interaction the demons of yore visit me and insist I take a stroll down the rabbit hole, this seems to be quiet prevalent on the night of Sunday leading into Monday but always at three, why I ask at this forsaken hour of three.

I write this for I wish to seek answers on this subject and I am hopeful that the good people of this site will extract the answers I want.

Thank you.