This existence is nothing more than a dream. There is no such thing as death,as we are all just an illusion to be imagined. To this I ask…what is the point to all this, if we are only dreaming. Then, if we are dreaming, where do we awaken to? Is this reality just an acid trip we are a part of for some other life form. What if we are then what is this existence?
I have been lost in this for days. There is no escaping this. It seems like the more I try to ignore these thoughts, the deeper the hole goes. Winding down some sort of spiral as my sanity is drained. There is no emotion, only a numbness…Is this the void?
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 