by becky t.
I usually wake up into a mindset
where my words are still owned by my dreams from the night before. The questioning of time and space are common conversations for the others in my head.
By others I mean me and by me I mean others.
I am who I am and I realize that but I cannot recognize the reality infront of me. Dreams exercise these thoughts and these thoughts exercise my reality.
My slurred words and big thoughts
are a toxic concoction for breakthroughs.
Once you get to the point
of existential questioning, where I am, I’ll feel sorry for you. Once you feel like you're not control ling your body, as I am, I’ll feel lost with you.
When you're suddenly
on autopilot and everything around you seems fake I’ll relate with you.
I wish I could still be in the world
where I don't question everything.
My own curiosity and broad mind
has destroyed my self recognition, for the place between reality and surreality is my home.
An abandoned location
waiting to be filled with ideas and writings created by the mind.
For now stay in the present world.