I question reality when we spend as much time awake as we do sleeping. We live in our dreams like we do in society. Is this the real world or are we stuck in a coma, barely breathing. The memories of both universes are intertwined and incomparable. For that we are stuck between the world of the living and the world of the dreaming. One must choke you with its grip and the other releases you. Is this the nightmare or is the dream. How can we compare the light and darkness when we can only see one when contrasted with the other? Is this world the nightmare…? Is this the pain that I can hear? Those children are dying. Those ones that grew up abused and forgotten. Or is it a nightmare to dream of wishes that condemn you to feel for an instance the hope of humanity, but only to awake back to the ignorance of society. Why do we fight in a world not worth saving when we could choose to just leave it instantly to live in the world of the dreaming? If we stop and give up will that stop all the bickering? Will the sickening brokenness of the shatter souls be renewed if we just all took one last breath and we ourselves become the dreamers? The demented souls of the cut up girls and boys that sing songs of the twistedness of morality... For... The world of the living is the irony of reality because every breath that we live in, is a breath stolen away. For this isn't the world of the living, but the world of the dying... And if the world of the living is our final way to the clarity of sight to see what others see and understand, so that we can grow before our death and somehow accomplish something that to me is underrated because to learn is to gain the power to transfer your soul from the living to the dreaming. When you gain the power to create a world of your own dreams. The world of the dreaming, where your mind is your soul and your imagination is the law, but sadly forever the world of the living has left scars, that we could call nightmares. For these stabbing sensations that we get when anxiety fills our stomach are the same sensations we get when we face what we fear most. I know what you fear and it isn't death, for death is easy and the world of the dreaming is a calm and soothing place, for your fears that chain your broken soul to hell are the ties you have made to the world of the living... For that is your biggest fear. Not to die, but to live in the constant world of the dying...
