Life is …

Scary but also wonderful, I guess.

Things are good in some aspects of my life but others aren’t so great.

It’s like I’m just watching someone else live my life; I am just a bystander, an audience member. I’m not exactly sure who is playing the role as myself, but it doesn’t feel like the real me…

In all honesty, I don’t know if waking up exists. Is the dream the world and the world is the dream? Wow, it blends and blurs and twists and winds. The strange thing is, no matter what, it continues. I am here. But I’m not. I feel my feet walking on the cold, hard pavement but, at the same time I don’t. It’s like I’m floating on air… I feel the rush of the wind, yet it is completely still.

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