My ears are turned red
My body is filled with liquid
My relity is dizzed
My passed is passed
My life is now

I must move on
I can not look back, for it is killing me
I want it to be the passed
I need it to be the passed
I need to move on
I am filled with liquid

It makes me dizzed
It makes me feel wierd
It makes me react slowly
It makes me more wierd then I already am
It makes me qeustion

Do I want more
Do I need to stop
Do I need to drink more
Do I need less
Do I want to drink less

I know it is bad
But it makes me care less
It makes me forget
It makes me move on

when a sense of thought leaks into the mind and I observe the father let go of his children in the morning and it shoots something so warm through my skin.
everyday you subconsciously fore+get more of the past that you have seen. what counts as experience, is it that of which we see or does imagination intertwine with this story we call life. our sight before us does not differ with our internal visions, nothing is tangible when one stays silent. those people you pass in the street have eyes of their own but what have they thought of what do thy do where do they go after we lock eyes for second. people don't age matter just progresses and stars fly further and move over and we age to become lesser humans in society we age to become relics of a vision that we once had and when we age too well all that of which we see will disappear in atoms. are memories also molecules of atoms. how does one retain a memory in a cell. its an energy a force that consumes us. we spend an untangible number on matter that we feel will drive us further to happiness or to survive.
within hours the moments you think are present fade into seconds that will never repeat. in a second, one scene of the world occurs infinite actions are composed at once by infinite minds. all this world is are minds with a vision. relity is not tangible its a thought its an image we face when we awake what if we don't awake. dreams are only as real as the present just close your eyes.
master the means of the universe the atoms the matter the dust that you are made of and the years you have came from