stumbeling through dreams and life
I'm choking on every expectation, straining against every boundary. I don't want to live these same series of regret filled lives. I don't want to live without experience, for what is life but THE experience? I just cling to the knowledge that every experience is not worth gaining. What's worth the risk? When there are many risks we reject, and miss an opportunity for learning. I'm really over judging people for things lately. I've come to the humble realization that everyone struggles with their own battles, and some people are just more lost then others, and they will suffer for it in their own way without anyone else giving them more grief about it. All I want now, is for this endless babble of drama to cease. I know we're all caught up in it in one way or another. Even when we don't know we're a part of drama, someone somewhere somehow pulls you into some bullshit or another.
Just. let. shit. go.
Breathe
Live
and never regret love.
Learn.
I'm awake in my dreams, and dreaming through wakeful eyes.
My dreams have been crazy lately. Dreams that I am living a life, as me, but not the life I have been living. I am surrounded by people I know are friends, girlfriends, and wives I have this detached love for, but I don't recognize their faces. I keep looking around quietly wondering how it is I got here, what's going on, and feeling like I can't remember who it is I normally am, just knowing these places are not MY life. I'm making love to a woman I know to be my woman, and then someone comes up from behind and slits her throat while I'm watching. I feel my heart breaking, but it's strange because I realize it's not my life, although I can't remember what is. It's like having amnesia, or falling down the rabbit hole. It's like living my life in another dimension for a few moments. Like being half way to lucidity.
Just. let. shit. go.
Breathe
Live
and never regret love.
Learn.
I'm awake in my dreams, and dreaming through wakeful eyes.
My dreams have been crazy lately. Dreams that I am living a life, as me, but not the life I have been living. I am surrounded by people I know are friends, girlfriends, and wives I have this detached love for, but I don't recognize their faces. I keep looking around quietly wondering how it is I got here, what's going on, and feeling like I can't remember who it is I normally am, just knowing these places are not MY life. I'm making love to a woman I know to be my woman, and then someone comes up from behind and slits her throat while I'm watching. I feel my heart breaking, but it's strange because I realize it's not my life, although I can't remember what is. It's like having amnesia, or falling down the rabbit hole. It's like living my life in another dimension for a few moments. Like being half way to lucidity.