...Who am I? IS this world real...are my waking moments a part of The Matrix's game or is this the whole spiralling event before me...wot drives me to get out of bed each day..?the knowledge that the dreamer can be awoken...that the love I have can change this free floating rock into something more beautiful...I question everything. what my eyes see, what they dont see. I think far too much for a humanoid! I would love to say I have the answers to all my desires but I change so often like the sky. this world is anything but linear as any cyberpunk will tell u...so dont think linear. time is illusion? i think so. Love can be the most amazing feeling, yet can also break our souls from the tears. All the greatest things can hurt us. I want to experience the mystical wonder of everyday because Ive lost the remote control so theres no rewind waiting. We are the stage, the audience the moment of fear as the curtain goes up...own the moment for thats all we can do. theres no race to be won, no name in lights, no fan club, theres just u, just the time it takes to breath in and out.
ultimately we are alone on our journey, just the philosophical ipod for company on our last train outta here. so here i am, to learn, to wonder, to amuse, to eat cake, to finish peoples sentences, to trip over, to fall in love with the wrong guy, to laugh at my own jokes to see the twilight again, to smile at the way you made me feel that night, to cry myself to sleep, to hijak reality before you even realised...
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