I see emotions and shit in my body. Like i
imagine them as these little foggy demons trying to take over me.
like smoking weed or stuff back in the day. drunkenness. i
can imagine them and like a battle goes on in my head to control
them. it’s like my brain is me walking around in a cave or a big
house and im fighting them. i can control them if i
concentrate. like hiccups or sneezes. if i breathe right i
can control them. i try to use 100% of my brain when i am alone
like trying to move shit and things like that. trying to figure
out things about me. i dunno.
I wonder a lot about fantasy an realilty, and what seperates them. I
have stayed up many nights and wondered why as a children you here
dreams and fantasies of the world, and then when you go older they say
that they are false and not true. Well there did the stories come from,
not just one person but it many over the world and though out time. So
what is fantasy?…
There are a thousands of reailties,
belonging to very different people over different times.
Each reality a piece to a puzzle that has never found an end.
But if you put the pieces together and
stand back look at the whole picture not each piece,
then what do you see?
You see a fantasy.
Every piece reailty working into it
making something different everytime.
The world is a fantasy ever changing
moving you only need to take that step back
look for the fantasy in your reality.