i remember a time when at least somebody cared,
when everybody had something to care about,
and when nobody went a day without a care in the world.

we can't stop the way we've lived, but we can change how we're doing so

her voice still echoes inside my ear canal before striking the drum,
and i clench my jaw in time to feel the final beat before i hear the sound.
it's me finding another reason to escape this harsh reality and dream a bit longer.


you're only dreaming because you want to, and due to this lack of awakening, you're still searching the brain for reasons to wake up

there's never been enough time on the clock to get it all done in time,
and in time, we're all caught up in the second hand's ticking.
you'd think the disorder of time would've caught up with it by now and
lessened the burden we're carrying as the human race.

*dreamscape existentially and exquisitely for another day