Dreaming.

We pinch ourselves until we know we are not dreaming. But what do we know? Maybe we have came out of a dream but are still in one. Maybe we were sleeping in our dream. Dreaming in our dream. Dreaming in our dream that we dream when we sleep. When we're awake, we still float. We float as if we were too busy trying to wake up. Trying to see if this world is a place we belong in. But the truth is, we already know. We know it isn't.

We act out of fear and we act out of boredom. What is better? You decide. As for me, I act out of confusion. I can't stand there and think forever so I act because I need to. It's not that I fear what will happen if I don't. But I get myself to do something... anything.. as long as it's happening. As long as I'm moving and things are coming up. News is being made. New updates. New effects. As things are progressing. Does it all have to be an improvement? I can only wish. Does it have to be an enhancement? I can only hope. But as long as it's all rotating... circling... being discovered.. being explored.. that's all that matters. The rest, I'll figure it out.

Death

Can you wish death upon yourself? Or is that wrong too? Is it completely wrong to be right? I sit here trying to build myself to the strength that I do not have. Am I wrong? Or is that right? Or am I right because it's wrong?

Confusion

It exists within me. It exists within us. It exists in every assurance, in every confident soul. It leads us to question who we are, who you are, what this world is, and why we're here. It paralyzes us to the extent that we become dependent on it. We become hateful towards anything that could confuse us more. And it's a never ending cycle. A never ending path of confusion that we avoid by taking one. Will it ever end? Well, how could it? Confusion gives birth to confusion. Confusion is grown into a disaster. A wrathful circle of misunderstandings. You're a victim of it. I'm a victim of it. It's a victim of it.

Insane

Not a second of it goes by. Not a moment is gone. Not a breath is wasted. Not a sight is hidden. Everything is drenched in nothingness. I am not lost. I have seen the light and I remain in the brightness hoping that my words can give birth. I am dead but I hope to live.