Once again I’m deep in thought, listening to the never changing melody of a someone’s inner inspiration. While in this place of delayed reality I wonder why constantly I seem to live my life in a place of false consciousness that leaves me dry once I escape out of the utopian fog and into the cruel actuality that the knowledgeable spend their waking moments drowning in. With knowing all of this I still crave to join them, to be able to walk among the half living whose lives are filled with a artificial happiness that seems to suit most just fine. In my heart of hearts I know that although my alternate world may not be realistic I’m able to feel completely and truly, although I may not do what is expected of me, I’m still able to look at memories and times of great joy and not feel sorrow for times past as others do in their so called reality. And knowing all of that makes me alter my wishing once more so that I stay in my mental hibernation. Yet still I’ll pray that maybe one day the realities of my personal haven will become realities of the cold universe that I’ve forsaken.