damn

Damn, this spinning wheel seems to be bereft of meaning. All attempts at fabricated narratives seem to miss the point. Not pointing the finger at anyone. No, I am simply spitting into the wind. What the fuck is the point? Is a question where all the answers given seem like bullshit! This is bullshit! I am tired of pretending that this is not bullshit!

dream

It is difficult to dream. You see my dreams or touching but I feel like I can't touch them. You see I am use to the feeling of not wanting or not reaching for fear of lost. Damn, I feel lost at times. As times moves I wonder will I always simply be a dreamer? What is the right way? How is it supposed to look? Truth is I don't know

Chains

Born into chains. Life spent looking for keys.

Altered State

I am not surprised that people alter their state. Especially, when the state of most is one of lameness. Escape seems to be a legitimate tool when you are trapped within confines that are unfulfilled. Fulfillment is difficult because I have been fed stories about what life should be. It is these lies that leave me looking for something that does not some exist. I exist in space longing to escape confines of time.

What's Real

Craving the authentic in the midst of the fake.