i am a phantom a shadow of my carcass from yesterday I only exist in your perception of me but truth be told in the entirety of your whole ******* life you failed to realize that i am more than just a body you don't just buy a shell and expect it to eat and drink you buy the turtle who will wear the shell, and give it the the life it needs to move
i have dreams of slicing open my skin and rays of light ooze out of me instead of blood my existence depends solely on my concious but your existence depends on my perception of you without me you would destruct without you I would be nothing but a fold in the fabric of space an idea at best but most likely an unknown force that guides the wind through your hair
every moment is a paradox, a contradiction because what is the point when all life really is is prolonged death - romanticized
the answer can not be fabricated, or known only pondered and it is within the pondering, that you realize this:
it's 3 in the ******* morning i need sleep and these words have endless meaning but I'm never going to find an answer and I'm craving a grilled cheese