Someone in this world is happy with the little they have and I with most abundance, most jealous of a person with nothing but filled with so much joy. I want nothing more than rip myself apart and battle this weakness this weakness that follow me that attracts me to things that fall and break and become obsolete. I want nothing but to fall and shatter so that I can be picked up and put back into place without these things that cloud my imagination and repeal my wants for these things that fire my judgement for warning.
in my mind
A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?
-in my mind