Do you ever feel as if you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, with one foot over the edge, waiting for someone to push you?
Or maybe the things you want in your life aren’t really plausible? That they’re just dreams you’ve held onto from the time of infancy? That you’re just clinging to them, because you’re too afraid of joining the world humans have created?
Do you ever feel those you’ve surrounded yourself with don’t really give two shits about? Whether you live or die, because either they’re too selfish, you’re too selfish, or neither? Maybe you’ve just outgrown the other, but can’t dream of leaving them behind? Maybe you were close at one time, but the years have worn away, and it feels as if a stranger is staring you both in the face?
Do you ever feel as if you see the world as this beautiful, sensual, dream like setting you’ve been blessed with? But then you realize people are the fucked up, cruel reason why the world’s considered cold? Do you ever feel relaxed sitting in a field; watching, observing, and perplexed by the world outside your own? Do you ever realize your own life causes more damage to the world than of use?
Do you ever wonder why millions of particles, of atoms, of molecules molded together to create what is now considered you?
Do you ever feel a sense of dread so heavy, it paralyzes you? Traps you to the bed, holds you down, and smothers you?
Do you ever wonder at all?