Entertaining myself in the dark
Like there’s noone here.
Nothin in particular
Waking life and dreams have reversed their roles. My dreams used to be absurd. Now they’re so simple. Maybe they’re giving my mind a break from this chaotic perspective I have acquired recently.
I feel uncomfortable around all this stuff. Stuff we react to because of a general understanding. They serve a purpose- but is that really important? My own dreams are more informative and interesting than all this shit. Or at least they used to be. Now my sleeping perspective is similar to the way we’re “supposed” to react to stuff. Put it in front of my face- I will react to it accordingly. I don’t want to be that. Perhaps when I sleep now, I’m travelling away from my body. That’s why my dreams are so simple and straightforward- what’s left of my sleeping body is my mind with memories of this shit. In the meantime, my soul’s exploring away from my body because I’ve allowed it to be free from the confines of general understanding. I guess that makes sense.