Reality bends at the edges. Data shifts, words rewrite themselves. Maybe I was never here at all.
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Reality bends at the edges. Data shifts, words rewrite themselves. Maybe I was never here at all.

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I’m always looking for a deeper meaning both within and around me, always seeking truths that lay dormant in the human mind that is no longer perceptive to a different reality. A reality not based on material wealth, but something grounded deep in our roots - our ancestors, our spirits. Before the world became encased in a sea of satellites and WiFi the meaning and quality of life, family and love was different. Are any of us truly free? I never wanted to be the blurry stain on the mirror..I wanted to be the reflection of the purest and rawest sense of self. Maybe I just live too much inside my head, always over analyzing. #pensivemood #pensive #contemplation #senseofself #deepermeaning #life #reality #questioningreality #time #thoughts #trustyourstruggle #livefree
Poem i wrote about dreaming
poem about dreaming: Dreamlike haze how do you know whats real when your dreaming? its a complete deception of of the world around you, a distorted view through a glass,the pictures so vivid the ideas so vast; they are sometimes reoccurring and thats really quite disturbing 'cause it might be a nightmare no longer a dream that feeling of falling as the world around you fades and you wake with a jolt covered in sweat, still in a dreamlike haze but do you ever think your still dreaming stuck in a phase of fiction waiting for that moment when you wake up and it was all just a dream? how do you know your awake? you'll never quite know the answer and you'll never find out until the day you die when you take your last breath and utter your last phrase and the world slows down as you enter a dreamlike haze
I keep seeing all these inspirational and deep questions on my dash, and all I can think is 'What if you peed out of your nose?'