kidyosh

I live in las vegas. The city of lights. A city the never sleeps. A city full of beauty and wonder. But every coin has two sides. I hate it here. I grow more and more depressed when I think about the fact that I may never get out of this place. I'm stuck here in this city of broken dreams. In a city that never sleeps because it has too many addictions. A city where beauty and wonder have lead to ugliness and despair. I find myself wandering "The strip" as it has been nicknamed often. At first I use to wander it to be around others and try to pretend like everyone else that its such a wonderful place. I now wander it so that I don't feel like I'm the only lost person wandering around. Wander the strip makes you realise that even in a crowed place you can still feel...alone. I constantly feel as if my body is doing nothing more than floating thru the ether of space and this life is nothing more than my imagination being overactive in a time of zero simulations. doing its best to keep me for going insane while somehow dealing with the constant sorrow. I other feel not disconnected from others buy from myself. As if i'm not really in this body but controlling it remotely I asked a friend the other day

"If you're life flashes before your eyes before you die, is this just the replay?"