I just woke up and I don’t remember any of this. I don’t know where I am. But something tells me it’s all wrong. I want to wake up another time. Just not this time. I don’t want to be visible. Though many don’t see that I am I don’t want to see what I can see. This is all wrong. Everything should not be how it is. Instead of mourning lives that are here we should be mourning lives that our lost. There are truths being painted into lies and lies being turned into rumors. There are people being turned into threats and ashes being thrown into water. There are stars being blurred into fog and stars being turned into what they’re not. It’s different. and wrong. I just woke up and I like where I am now.
On average we find ourselves dreaming in lives that are not our own Dreaming of pretend in our lives of luxury and serene marriages On average we find ourselves reliving our pasts and looking into our futures Laughing at what was once ours and looking into what could be our next On average we find ourselves denying what could be ours and taking a step back to what we once were Going back to when things were filled with quality and pleasant remarks
On average we live in a world of infidelity and insecurity Concealing our tears and excluding our opinions On average we find ourselves murdering our futures and rewinding our pasts Reliving a second of affection and adoration that no longer exists for our now On average we find ourselves breathing in our doubts and placing ourselves in pasts of denial When we were all sane and when we found ourselves to be content