Thoughts

Don't stop thinking.

Thinking about the past is like trying to remember a dream. 

Sometimes it comes to you easily, but most times its a vague blur.

Sometimes it brings joy, but usually a memory fills you with a nostalgic pain. 

Memories are what makes you. Every moment that ever happened is gone. 

You're constantly being shoved into the future. 

Every second is practically over.  Days blur. Time is a speeding train on an endless track.

You think to yourself the train will keep going but eventually it derails itself.

Memories try not to be dreams, and dreams cant help to be fake, exiled memories.

I sleep in a unconscious lapse where disgusting things and sometimes beautiful things spill out at me. 

Time is not a concept in the unconscious state. True forever lasts only in dreams. 

Times only enemy are memories. And when the memories come in sleep they awake you from forever. 

Forever is gone and reality is back. If only reality was fake.

More memories to make and more dreams to fake. 

Dreams can hurt but memories can kill.

Author's Note

Wrote this in a bad mood

Reviews

[sonnie ibadah]

owkei...that gave me something to think about....