a romp through a questionable reality
Waking up at 5 pm really disoriented me.
Did the day still happen while I was away?
I feel like maybe the best cure is a smattering of words across an internet easel. I feel like I want some sort of crashing red sunset to break open the world. I'm in a dream reality! It happens. You know how it is. I'm caught in a middle ground where neither side means much more than distant, faint colors and I'm wandering through them wrapped in envy - I can't stay here forever. But forever is too long in a lonely forest anyway.
What's going on?? Is the world cracking apart at the seams? (Don't be so threadbare...)
Is it normal to get so many crises of reality? Or to enjoy them?
Very peculiar. Peculiar indeed.
It's the transitions that, when abrupt, knock me off my solid ground. Ah! And what is this subtle blinding force that straps me to my own brain? And I can't move. Good night.
Did the day still happen while I was away?
I feel like maybe the best cure is a smattering of words across an internet easel. I feel like I want some sort of crashing red sunset to break open the world. I'm in a dream reality! It happens. You know how it is. I'm caught in a middle ground where neither side means much more than distant, faint colors and I'm wandering through them wrapped in envy - I can't stay here forever. But forever is too long in a lonely forest anyway.
What's going on?? Is the world cracking apart at the seams? (Don't be so threadbare...)
Is it normal to get so many crises of reality? Or to enjoy them?
Very peculiar. Peculiar indeed.
It's the transitions that, when abrupt, knock me off my solid ground. Ah! And what is this subtle blinding force that straps me to my own brain? And I can't move. Good night.