when im falling asleep, i think about years that have gone by, walking down buck-tooth boulevard. and i trip, wake up and then fall deeply into sleep. so deep that even when i ask myself "is this a dream?" and try to wake myself up, i cant. and it is all i need to believe that i am awake. my dreams have begun to envelop me so entirely.
even during the awake, i find myself suddenly anxious, feeling too surreal to be real, cautiously pinching myself.
maybe my mind is forcing blurred lines.
sometimes balances arent healthy. when two seperate tings begin to be more similar, you forget what individulality is.
sometimes, Descartes is the only man you may rely on .
1 comment:
these are fantastic thoughts, the kind of fantastic that seems erotic,
where the nudity is written. few minds have this great a body, and the attitude with which to flaunt it.
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