Sometimes I worry that I’m not doing the best thing for myself. … That’s not enough.
Today, I’ll re-evaluate what’s true.
Re-construct the past,
But immerse myself in the present.
Nothing will kill me,
But my own free-will.
Everything has a beginning. As well as an end. The dreams don’t end. The abstract does not share the same rules as the concrete.
You dream; you create, but what more is left? You cherish what you claim is worthy, but don’t think of that which is truly worth reclaiming.
Your beauty defeats me. It triggers the heat inside that crashes and burns the best of my being. What kind of effect is this? I’ll leave u to guess. Don’t distress. Remember the truth in my words. Nothing is real. Nothing is frame. Nothing is carefree as much as your world. That beauty creates insanity. Translates into mesh… the best of the best.
You dream and create. Fantasize is ablaze. The dream of the dream… These dreams are not flawed. We say we don’t know. We say this is true. Not always, it’s not. We think we’re not real. We think this is fame. We aim for the claim. No way do we know; do we?
My words traumatize my soul.
ALL EXITS LOOK THE SAME