What is really going on? Nothing. The longer i live the more this theme reoccurs.
What am i doing here? Existing. This isnt terrribly difficult to do.
What is the truth? Everything. It all depend what eyes we use to look at something with.
Sometimes i get lost in my world. The one i created.
The world where i adopted others rules, other peoples measurements.
I am afraid most of the time in this world.
Everything is sharp and jagged.
I feel pain from mere words.
I fight to keep my position.
I am replaced no matter what.
Then i wake up!
I was in a dream! Dreaming
A dream i mistook as my only option.
Its all fantasy.
We create our reality with our thoughts.
We breath life into our dreams.