9mmCensor
Ex-Bluelighter
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- Oct 18, 2006
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So I haven't been doing much writing lately, I have however been dreaming a lot (I normally dream during the day, I can just sit in a chair on a bed, and dream amazing things, sometimes shocking, sometimes wonderful, often crazy). I think of things and live them in my mind. I am constantly revisiting dreams, elaborating and changing them. So I decided to lay in bed, and write down what I was thinking about. So here are some thoughts on dreaming and whatnot, I just put my mind onto the paper. Everyone is free to add there own thoughts or comment or criticizes mine.
Uncertainly clouds my head like a thick fog, horns of alarm echo across the great dark void between my ears.
The predictability of my world is comfortable, everything that is going to happen I already know.
The familiarity of reading my own mind, leaves me with others unable to do the same, without it I exist in a random world of confusion and failure.
I don't care what people think of me because it is the scariest thing in the world, or at least thats what I say.
Afraid to continue, afraid to stop, time slides by as my life rots.
Angle headed hipsters eternally dance through my mind, every moment another dance, another meaning, another life.
Dreams are sweet. Its a whole other world to live, some choose to sleep little to live live, I choose to dream a lot to live another life, the world in my head, where I am the master of my universe, free to live as I please, in the prison of my own mind. The freest place on earth, still hopelessly bound forever.
I never agreed to obey the law.
First, foremost and forever, I am human.
Standing silently on the porch, the great light and sound show, blasting in the sky.
I long for the far off feeling of happiness, gasping for emotional life, while wave after wave of sadness and despair drowned me.
Uncertainly clouds my head like a thick fog, horns of alarm echo across the great dark void between my ears.
The predictability of my world is comfortable, everything that is going to happen I already know.
The familiarity of reading my own mind, leaves me with others unable to do the same, without it I exist in a random world of confusion and failure.
I don't care what people think of me because it is the scariest thing in the world, or at least thats what I say.
Afraid to continue, afraid to stop, time slides by as my life rots.
Angle headed hipsters eternally dance through my mind, every moment another dance, another meaning, another life.
Dreams are sweet. Its a whole other world to live, some choose to sleep little to live live, I choose to dream a lot to live another life, the world in my head, where I am the master of my universe, free to live as I please, in the prison of my own mind. The freest place on earth, still hopelessly bound forever.
I never agreed to obey the law.
First, foremost and forever, I am human.
Standing silently on the porch, the great light and sound show, blasting in the sky.
I long for the far off feeling of happiness, gasping for emotional life, while wave after wave of sadness and despair drowned me.
