Where could I possibly begin? A faint struggle of... shall we say,
understanding? You could, but you yourself would be... misunderstood.
I see you there, agile critter. Your beady eyes connect to mine, perhaps a
subliminal meaning within the situation. You could say that, but not I. For I am, of course, misunderstood.
Dark is the word that comes to mind, yet my mind is capable of portraying, everything but. Where is this darkness? It must be locked away only to show its gruesome face at the moment it can possibly flourish. The right place, but is it the right time? Caught within rapture, it has its weaknesses.
Dreaming is free, whilst reality is cruel. Living is reality, as is death. Only one is a choice, choose wisely. But the dream, the dream is for those who feel the need to escape their reality, the alternative. The result of death is of course unknown. But the result of a dream is always in your favour. No matter how sick or unethical your dream to be, it’s all so possible... your mind, makes it so.
Death, I could not consider a “cowards way out” if you will, but a ballsy shot at escape from reality. No certain idea of what lies beyond, but one would not care. Anything is better than this. Who is to understand what lies beneath, when you’ve departed... forever...?
Some words you should be careful to choose, perhaps just admit that you do not understand the reason you were put into this reality, and if it is the only true reality. Beyond death from this life could lie a much greater truth. But who is to know? Not me baby.
So where to go, continue the dream, only to face the despair of returning to your horrid reality? Or death. Hmmph, quite possibly a waste... but is that a chance you’re willing to take? I roam among the misunderstood, returning to the dream ever so often; don’t tell me I’m insane, that is the laziest excuse a man could possibly ponder upon. It is nothing but an easy way out. That pisses me off.
We all seek the pure and simple truth. Unfortunately for us, the pure and simple truth... is rarely pure, and never simple. I seek a way to cope with this reality... hallucinogens, another cowardly easy way out. But some never meant for this to be so, they were misunderstood.
Desperation is a powerful thing, yet in the right hands, it could be used to every advantage... but desperation can lead to unwise action. From that point, return to reality is ever so hopeless, or is it? At that instant, determination comes into play. Just the right touch of this element could quite possibly save you from your demise, and then, when you overcome, you have gained the understanding of reality. No longer will you dream, no longer shall you wish you were anywhere but, right here. That remains to be seen, in my eyes anyway.
