A piece of bliss a tired eyed 2 second dream not crumbling or ending in discomfort or cold sweats, it seems like being pleased takes more lately... I just know that being alive my clock is slowly running down the minutes and taking away each breath as if it were stolen, I wish I could always be this capable ,and potentially full of life,spirit and opportunity as they say.
But in all reality I'm old at heart I have been worn and had my heart torn into millions of tiny shreds destroying and seriously handicapping the basic ability to feel the way I think, I fight myself and often find myself in the midst of a never ending battle, all I know is that I'm glad I never let you go,and leave my side, sometimes you are all I have to remind me this life is beautiful , talking about our hopes and dreams not only saves me from being deprived from this lack of consciousness but it brings me back to life, it breaks this shit hole routine of eat sleep work repeat our society has bestowed upon us like a curse.
In fact sometimes I wish I didn't have eye lids so my eyes were always open to the world, it's amazing that I may never see all the things I wanna see or do, in fact it's almost terrifying that even the life that isn't wasted still can end with not having enough time to experience true and complete travels. Travels into thought,place,and mind only have as much time as god has created our beings to eventually decay from.
I wonder if there's mountains in heaven ?
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