busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow. inactive online because of the other wonders of internet prone to sickness, physically, mentally and virtually.
Lethargic. Unwanted. Melancholy. Sappy. Somehow, mind boggling. The fake and the real. Oh, this is just so bad. Pretence. Act. Everything. It bothers, somehow, anyhow. I am the fake, but am i real? I do not think, or know anymore, i say i don't bother, but really, i do, alot. Am i real, is my pretence real? or am i really real? maybe this is not a dream, just a big joke? Laugh, chew my skin off, but all i want is the knowledge, of being self. Maybe i am neither real, nor fake, just unreal. As far as i may go, unreal or not, they don't seem to notice, unreal. real, yet not real enough. I guess.
Anyhow, if you know a place, bliss for thy. Sometimes, it lingers, somewhere, desire for bliss. I just want to be alone, but not really alone, just quiet.