I find it so hard to live in reality, when fantasy is so
much more beautiful! I guess that’s what they call creativity, because it does
not come from reality. It’s beyond the lines of normality. Disillusion stings
when you wake up from dreaming. Truth is my whole life has consisted of false
reality’s. I wake up but then go back to sleep. I just dream to fulfill the
emptiness of your being. I want you to acknowledge me, therefore I just dream.
I know something is missing, something is empty. If it weren’t, what is this
escape I've always been seeking. I light a match to make my way through a
tunnel. Then I light the tunnel for it to burn, attention is what I am constantly
seeking. As you can see I am the cause of multiple bridges burning. My weakness
rapidly destroys me. Why do I need your sympathy? Why do I need something I
haven’t normally received? Why do I want you to see the other side of me? This
mess, I am unconsciously stuck in and don't know how clean; when someone senses
it and sits beside me, I cannot breathe. The smoke from the fire deteriorates
me. How can you help me if I cannot help me? You are all I ever had. So I lose
myself and become clingy. Then you cannot stand/understand me, so you leave me.
How do I leave a fatality that has to do with unconscious reality. Reality that
is beyond me! Reality which this foundation was created for me. A reality I
wanted to leave. A reality which haunts me. Just a temporary escape that f***s
me.