day 2

I often watch the world tick by
as I scream from within my mind.
Buried underneath the weight of the world
is the shell of who I once was

i don't know what i'm doing, honestly.
i struggle, truthfully.
i try my hardest, to be completely honest.
and i don't get anywhere.
that being said, trying doesn't equal nothing.
it equals hope.
and maybe something good in the future.
for now, i have to keep trying.
keep pushing.
keep living each day
until one day, finally,
i'm happy.

Nonconsensual surrender
To a requirement of life.

We all require sleep but,
what does really it bring us?

We're lost in a world we can't understand
A world where we're oblivious to normalities
And where we can be free
A world of dreams.

The deepest reaches of our brain
are brought forward.
They come out, they tell us stories.
We're reminded of what things were like
Or how they could have been.

We dream of what we want,
our goals and aspirations.
But when we are delivered back into consciousness,
Are we really where we want to be?