THIS LOVELY RED WELT ON MY THIGH IS WHY KLUTZY PEOPLE LIKE MYSELF SHOULD NOT SHAVE.
When is this going to end? When is the world going to stop playing this game on me and feel real again? I sometimes wish I knew whom was in control of all this so I could shout at them. “STOP ALREADY. WAKE ME THE FUCK UP.”
We can only dream for so long!
We can only be trapped for so long!
Why does this happen? Keep happening? Why is it that no matter what I do or how hard I try I feel as though I’m floating. I don’t exist. Nothing exist. Every experience I have is false and someone is tricking me. When I do sleep, I dream so vividly that I imagine I am being transported to another world. A world that isn’t like this one. A world that’s far different from this one. And then I come back to this world that is supposedly “reality’ but who’s to say for CERTAIN that it is? Who’s to say that this ISN’T all a big fat dream and someone is just playing a joke on us?
Maybe I’m in a boardgame.
Or someone’s computer game.
Maybe there’s a chip in my brain that controls my every waking move. The ultimate Game of Life. The one that we don’t even know we are playing at all! The one that makes no sense and is oh so unpredictable.
I want to LIVE.
I want EXPERIENCE.
WAKE ME THE HELL UP.
Let me come back to the real world! RELEASE ME FROM YOUR CHAINS.
I DEMAND TO BE FREE
YOU CAN’T KEEP ME HERE FOREVER.