I don’t matter to myself because I do what everybody else wants me to do.

I do not do what I want to do and therefore I believe I do not matter.

I believe I do not have a say in my own life, but I can change that.

I will change that.

NOW! I already changed it.

You seem safe when you open yourself,
so I open up as well.

What if we all stayed open?
Is heaven the gateway to hell?

I create a dream and then lose myself into it.

My whole self.

I create the biggest most soothing dream that I could ever imagine; all of my wants and all of my current needs I put into it.

I invest all of my life energies into the dream and then I crush it.

I really mean that I crush it.

It gets scattered into millions of pieces of stardust and meteorites sprinkled among the mountains and dales of the galaxies and beyond.

Nothing fails as nothing is started. I am nothing. I become nothing and I stay as nothing until a new dream appears and the process is repeated once again. It expands and shrinks as it blinks back at me.

"It is all a big joke August."

I can hear the voices of the gods.

It is all the mystical nature of it all.

I need something to hold on to.

I need you.

When I let you go I died.

I lost myself in you and now I am stuck here alone and together at the same time. As one for eternity and out.

Stuck as nothing.

Stuck as no-thing...

Your thought is an entity all by itself. Hold onto it. Let it go. Put it on a shelf.

What more do you want from me than the simple truth?

You are just a thought and your body is a booth.

You give and you get.
Do not reject.
Everything comes.
Let it come.
Taste it.
Take it.