Do you ever just, think
Think so much that you're no longer here
Think so much you forget to breath
Think so much you thought your dreams were real
Dream so much you were never you
Dream so much you forgot you exist
Dream so much that you truly died
Died so much that thinking is no longer an action,
but just you.
To think is to dream, to dream is to never be real... To die is to be you... You are both the world and what live in it... and what dies in it. We say that there is a god but what if we are the dream of some random person. What if the questions we ask ourselves ones that they cant even answer... What if we know the answers and all it is is just, us dreaming.


















