𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 : 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 . 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚣𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚝
I suffer many deteriorations. I am alone.
I frequently dream of people buried headfirst in the sand.
I drew you a picture of a flower.
Why should this object matter?
NOW YOU ARE FURTHER COMPLICATING MY EMOTIONS!
I have forgotten why I have traveled here today.
It will be a little like dreaming. Anything we think of can happen.
You may be frightened of some of the things you see.
I have suffered a great deal, and my subconscious is not a pleasant place.
For listening that good I'll give you this.
I'm gonna go back to sleep and have another dream, a nice dream this time.
That is a glimmer of hope. Put it back.
Beneath the surface lie countless glimmers of hope that I buried long ago when they became too painful to hold on to.
This is the bog of realism.
My mind was young and idealistic once.
I haven't seen a new glimmer of hope in many years.
It is easy to get lost in memories.
An incomplete creature, without any backup copy.
If there is a soul, it is equal in all living things.
We all cling to the same brief, flickering windows in the infinite darkness.
We can be children forever.
Youth is not an accomplishment.
We have to be careful. We must find a way out as soon as possible.
Your mind is a lovely place, [name].
I no longer feel the burden of other people's thoughts.
What emotion should I be experiencing right now?
We cannot live in the past. We have to let it go.
