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What now? I feel as if my life's at a standstill. Part of me wants to continue in this rhythmic schedule society has kindly set up for the human race. Part of me wants to embrace the free spirit inside and say fuck your need for conformity. I once dreamed of being a vet but dreamers dream and doers do. I was doing what I though was the way to go. "You have smarts go to school", yea but at what cost. The stress alone of school bears down on me like the evil shadows my five year old self feared at night. The sound of due dates haunts me like the sudden creaking our apartment used to make in an attempt to lure me to sleep. The constant reminders that my school bill is due chase me down into a dark hollow abyss where I see no way out. Conformity.

I've tasted the life of a free spirit. I've danced with the youth fill with carefree spirits. I've partaken in activities that open up my mind to new worlds. I've lived the bright and alluring concord evocation of life. In this world I'm free and I feel everything to the tenth sense. Life appears simplistic, easy, and assuring. I'm one with the beating drum felt deep within the earth's bosom. Unity.

I've also live the pandemonium of the mixing worlds. The mind races to catch up and make sense of events. Suddenly time becomes a figment of the imagination. There is no actuality. The past if felt in the present. The present happens in the future. And the future remains a place in the past. The voices echo what is and what isn't. They speak together and apart. The portal of communication is sealed for fear of sounding incoherent. Thought become spoken words without being spoken. Spoken words seem as thoughts. The worlds fight in a continuous battle to appear as my reality. Detached.

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