another dream. a flood of message responses, like i just wasn’t getting them the whole time. why is my subconscious nonstop taunting me. it makes me so sad.
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another dream. a flood of message responses, like i just wasn’t getting them the whole time. why is my subconscious nonstop taunting me. it makes me so sad.
another dream. you looked so good but i could tell you were going through it. i held your hand while you felt anxious and sad. you never told me what was going on but i was able to be there with you.
i wonder if this will continue for the rest of my life. this alternate path. it feels like my subconscious is giving me a running story of this other life. this life where i was better or more deserving. where i could be truly good to the people around me and lift them up the way they’ve done for me.
i wish that was the life i was in.
my subconscious is so mean to me. making me think we hung out together, laughed together, talked together. just like how it used to be. i hate this alternate timeline i see where we were able to rebuild.
i’d give anything for that. there’s still such a large missing piece in me. like a hole thru my chest. i still wish i could just know. could be allowed to hear what’s happened. i still don’t understand.
every day i think, i hope you’re safe and happy. i hope you’re well. i hope you’re being taken care of, by yourself, your partner, your friends. i hope that i’ll be able to see the songs and art and beauty that you bring to the world in the future. even if i never speak to you again.
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am i losing the drive to create things for an increasingly alien and hostile world whose mounting taste for fascism feels like a cold metal vise around my skull or am i just lazy and unmedicated and looking for excuses