deadkarma

So, a few weeks ago, I thought I had life pretty much figured out, but I'll get to that later.


A word can lead to a vision
where every sound, a song.

what can't be expressed in symmetry
nor rhythm, nor rhyme.

In every moment and action
a new stranger exists.

For the first time in my life
I'm afraid of the future.

sometimes life is unreal.

like an LSD trip, realizing for the first time that your chest is made of wood and everyone else is made of sand ...

or looking for that huge box of money you put under your bed, then realizing it was only a dream ...

and every blue moon, life *is* a dream, a lucid dream, where you know that you...
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