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it makes me feel it makes me float and discover new things i see the world in a new light maybe the right one where everything is a theory everything is not as it seems everything is your mind you see things that you didn't see before you think about life like you have never thought about it before you reflect and imagine and laugh and each room is a different world universe galaxy you're awake forever you drift to different lands you're peaceful you think you're enlightened until its been 12 hours and you come back down you're placed back into your room and its just four walls painted a sand colour with your textbooks and laptop on your desk and your laundry sitting on the floor the floor that is still and hard and isn't going anywhere you're back in this "life" thats so dead, you wonder why it would ever be called life so you sit on your desk chair open your laptop do your assignments and continue on with this pre assigned path with pre assigned ideals you can't veer off unless you decide to take a trip
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
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it makes me feel it makes me float and discover new things i see the world in a new light maybe the right one where everything is a theory everything is not as it seems everything is your mind you see things that you didn't see before you think about life like you have never thought about it before you reflect and imagine and laugh and each room is a different world universe galaxy you're awake forever you drift to different lands you're peaceful you think you're enlightened until its been 12 hours and you come back down you're placed back into your room and its just four walls painted a sand colour with your textbooks and laptop on your desk and your laundry sitting on the floor the floor that is still and hard and isn't going anywhere you're back in this "life" thats so dead, you wonder why it would ever be called life so you sit on your desk chair open your laptop do your assignments and continue on with this pre assigned path with pre assigned ideals you can't veer off unless you decide to take a trip
christine-dagostino
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
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