dreams that I thought really happened, reality I thought to be a dream
or maybe that was just a dream..... am I more alive in my dreams? Sometimes, sometimes I am. Sometimes I don't dream. Sometimes I don't live. If I tell you a dream as though it happened I'm not lying, just lost. Lost between the days, the months, the years, lost between moments when I am awake and moments when I am asleep, lost between here and there and up and down and in and out, lost between the line that separates happiness from depression. Is it the medication or am I really awake now? Will I fall back to sleep if I choose to stop taking the pills? Have I learned enough now to maintain happiness without aid? Then again maybe I'm not lost-I feel more complete and at peace now than I have been in a long time. I feel like I've learned so much lately, I feel like I've gained some very important knowledge. Knowledge that I wish to share with everyone, but cannot. It must be done alone. Most people overlook it and will never gain it. Poor human race, stupid human race. I am lost, lost in some ways and found in others. I am happy, I am happy in some ways and not in others. I am in love, in love and in hate. I am comfortable, comfortable in this discomfort. I wish you were all with me now experiencing the things I am. Maybe there'd be more smiling and more happiness and more content with unhappiness. This is me. This is not me. I am dreaming. I am reality. Sometimes there's just not a difference at all.
and Lords of the Manor are MOTHER FUCKING AMAZING. GODLY EXPERIENCE.
and Lords of the Manor are MOTHER FUCKING AMAZING. GODLY EXPERIENCE.