The usual suspects
Mood you might ask? Well right now I feel like Im this lcd screen next to me covered with dust and little drawings of random elephants on it and have just been whiped clean.
Now I know out of the three of you that possibly read this, Im not even sure more than one does anymore, that none of you care. Further more, none of you have even met who I am talking about so I dont feel like Im bertraying his trust by posting anything here, yet there is so much to levy and our friendship means alot to me and possibly the world to him.
Well lets just put it this way. Sometimes you think you really know people, but you really dont. Actually, thats not true at all, I know him very well and nothing Ive learned has changed what I know or who he is. Just things are much more serious than I ever imagined and somehow I feel guilty, like I share in his anguish in someway, like for every part of him that dies a little bit of me dies with him. Maybe I just looked past it all these years and always saw the person and never his faults and weaknesses. I cant imagine being both obsessive and anxious at the same time, literally a perpetual loop, and yet I almost expected everything he told me. There are no surprises among ghosts.
Have you ever felt like you are dreaming while you are awake? Like the world is realer while you are asleep because only then do you realize you are dreaming. How would you know what is a dream and what is real when both are essentially the same thing, yet neither truely exist.
Are you living in the real world?
Now I know out of the three of you that possibly read this, Im not even sure more than one does anymore, that none of you care. Further more, none of you have even met who I am talking about so I dont feel like Im bertraying his trust by posting anything here, yet there is so much to levy and our friendship means alot to me and possibly the world to him.
Well lets just put it this way. Sometimes you think you really know people, but you really dont. Actually, thats not true at all, I know him very well and nothing Ive learned has changed what I know or who he is. Just things are much more serious than I ever imagined and somehow I feel guilty, like I share in his anguish in someway, like for every part of him that dies a little bit of me dies with him. Maybe I just looked past it all these years and always saw the person and never his faults and weaknesses. I cant imagine being both obsessive and anxious at the same time, literally a perpetual loop, and yet I almost expected everything he told me. There are no surprises among ghosts.
Have you ever felt like you are dreaming while you are awake? Like the world is realer while you are asleep because only then do you realize you are dreaming. How would you know what is a dream and what is real when both are essentially the same thing, yet neither truely exist.
Are you living in the real world?