It was once a dream. A dream that no amount of willpower can make it into a reality. Who knows that a minuscule signal within the mechanisms of the body is all it takes to bring your nightly escapades into a living memory. A nightmare disguised as a dream. And all you have to sooth your anxious senses is a night sky filled with stars, looking down at your down-trodden figure and the waves breaking on the shore, as if reflecting your crashing thoughts of the future. So you go back to sleep, only to wake up and feel flat.
Within the rigid structures you have imposed in your style of life, a quirk of chaos and a splash of unknown will find their way to mess things in your life. A trickle of doubt leading to a rush of uncertainty with no known results. A problem only answered by the person who posted it: yourself.
This post does not mean anything to me, more so to you. This is simply a side of my brain fart known as mind flatulence. A side that also puts me in a state of awe and (a bit of) fear because of its apparent existence. I want to stop now but my mind keeps on ordering my fingers to type. I have to change tabs, lest I may have written ....
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