Sometimes I just let my mind wander about the
stupidest things. Time, dreams, reality, life, bordom, among other things. I wonder what
if the reality that I know is not the "true" reality. And if that what I
precieve time to be is not what others precieve it as. Maybe my dreams are what is real
and not the dull meaningless existance I lead now. It just always sems I have to
"wake" up here, and it just never seems right. The darkness in my soul makes me
what to test what is real or not. Do things that I would only do in dreams. Such as kill
someone or something and see if I wake up from it. Maybe jump off a building and see if I
wake up right before the bottom. That never worked in my "dreams" anyway. I
always hit the bottom. And they said you would die...no its not true. Most people are so
scared of death, and that is what wakes them up. Fear of dying. And since I do not fear
death, nor have a conscience, I don't wake up till someone or something in
"reality" does so. I do not believe in a god. Because if there was such a
powerful being, where is it? I believe that we control our own lives, and make them what
they are. Everything we do makes us who we are. We control how we fell, what we feel, and
what we do. No one should have to rely on a "god" that is never there for
decisions in everyday life. |
