Delve into another realm for a moment and see how the tired dream.
The sounds of their reality seep into their insanity, a place where all the half thoughts make their way into instant worlds of possibility.
Stems of thought made lighter by REM, floating aimlessly on a sea of silly string.
Oh how the mind doth play when the thinker doth sleep.
Endless possibilities made from long ‘to do lists’ swirling around in the clouds.
Standing on a cliff edge at the thought of what the mind may have forgotten to do before falling.
In taking a step back in order to try and line up the ducks only to realise the cliff face spun around and resulted in the inevitable downfall anyway.
Perhaps remembering on the way down that one need only to wake up, but then the soul crushing world of thought will return and take one’s spirit under anyway.
Perhaps the world of procrastinating sleep will suffice for now.
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The subsistence of our lives will live on in our words, forever encapsulating our feelings.
Words are the centre point of our existence. If we never write anything down, did we ever really exist at all?
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