Hyper reality poem i wrote this morning after 0 sleep
A Misstep through the Looking Glass,
the twisting of reality,
the distortion of a dream,
In moments lacking in lucidity.
While skipping through the Wonderland.
Perception is the rule,
Reality the exception,
The world is our medium,
with color as our palate,
While running through the veil.
Ok I got no sleep last night, so im in ahyper reality state, with the Zooming of the things and the colors. Im Multi tasking in an insane amount but i cant seem ti be busy enough, i took a three hour nap but apparently it wasnt a good ida for now im not tired in any stretch of the word. so here enjoy that poem, ill maybe post more when i become sane.
the twisting of reality,
the distortion of a dream,
In moments lacking in lucidity.
While skipping through the Wonderland.
Perception is the rule,
Reality the exception,
The world is our medium,
with color as our palate,
While running through the veil.
Ok I got no sleep last night, so im in ahyper reality state, with the Zooming of the things and the colors. Im Multi tasking in an insane amount but i cant seem ti be busy enough, i took a three hour nap but apparently it wasnt a good ida for now im not tired in any stretch of the word. so here enjoy that poem, ill maybe post more when i become sane.