[Desoxyn]

I wrote something that means something or something in my disorganized mind.. I mean I can write thousands of these so I made a thread for it. I have about 200 pages of notes from previous scribbles but I never finish them. This is the only one that makes a whole in thought. Anyone else is free to post some prose scribbles too.

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And that's ok

I don’t see the point of thinking at all
My brain won’t shut off, even in my sleep
I just dream about being awake in a weird way
Every morning waking up knowing reality is fake

It’s kind of how the world works
When everyone wakes up it’s already too late
But some already know what's on their plate
Harsh fate that is knowing until you get old

Reality works in mysterious ways we’re told
It has to be confirmed for the sake of meaning so it can continue on
and on and on
But what comes first?
The questions or the answers?
Nothing can find it’s way to make it matter
So think twice with everything
It’s the most important
But so
what
matters anymore
Secrets are always shown eventually
Connections of thought that we can’t ignore
The sun rising or setting
The moonlight in a graveyard
Anything can be peaceful and you don’t have to try so hard
All you have to do is accept the change
Carry on, turn the page
You might not remember what happened in the past completely
But at least you know what you can't grasp is the way you feel
Chose what you know and steal
Everything is complicated
Keep everything in your mind that you can handle
Let go of hope and recapture it is all we do
Something else, try something new
We aren’t in control
Just take it day by day and make it so
And when night comes and you can’t sleep
Just remember
Counting sheep doesn’t work
So don’t bother
Find another way to lead yourself
And always question why
Never say never because what you lose, can’t hide
But remember, choose whatever you want
It’s your life