I’m stumbling through momentary consciousness. Ineptly hoping to remember what I’ve done. Smothered in the thoughts and processes of conjured dramatics. I can’t stand to alienate my true being for something that means so little. I can’t breath. It’s even getting harder to think. It builds up calmly, soothingly and then bombards your mind with an ache. You’re looking forward to the future, but this is making your eyesight cloudy, fuck, and elements you’ve always dreamed of are slipping out of reach. This isn’t you, this is a dream. Wake the fuck up.
Thanks for the “memories”
