It’s so vivid. It’s another me, my other
life. One that I haven’t lived yet or maybe never will. It all traces back from
my origin, my start point, my right now. It spirals in all directions, it was
too wild to tame. Like an experiment of which I couldn’t form a
hypothesis, with a conclusion I never saw coming. It all turned into a reality,
and that’s when the chaos spurs all over the things that I dream off. I wake
up, I’m still dreaming.
The places I want to see, the people I want to see those places with. The things I thought and the things I did. All subliminal things. I live through the silent secrets, playing the role in the great play. Always remembering my lines and when I have to speak. It’s all easy you see. A routine of mine that I’ve memorized, will get me through and through.
When you stop, the moment seems real, but the story is predictable. I’m caught in it, it’s crazy; I don’t want to read it till the ending. You never want it to stop, a ripple through scenarios, we relive so many moments in our subconscious but consciously choose to be crazy. So we waste our days following the script.
I start to forget my words – purposely. I enjoy the looks from curious strangers in this play, the strangers that have been cast by me. I see their intentions without their words. Nothing is rehearsed.. Everything happening simultaneously, it was like living through a flash forward. So profound. An actor is finding his own. A coming into character – A life of their own.
The effects have left us better and forbidden.
A life outside our lives.
A woven set of story lines woven from the same piece of thread.
We burn the scripts and realize our start point of right now with a possibility of every ending.
In living our every secret, we find that words are useless. Who can guess what happens next? It’s all an act of unrestrained realities falling into me.
The places I want to see, the people I want to see those places with. The things I thought and the things I did. All subliminal things. I live through the silent secrets, playing the role in the great play. Always remembering my lines and when I have to speak. It’s all easy you see. A routine of mine that I’ve memorized, will get me through and through.
When you stop, the moment seems real, but the story is predictable. I’m caught in it, it’s crazy; I don’t want to read it till the ending. You never want it to stop, a ripple through scenarios, we relive so many moments in our subconscious but consciously choose to be crazy. So we waste our days following the script.
I start to forget my words – purposely. I enjoy the looks from curious strangers in this play, the strangers that have been cast by me. I see their intentions without their words. Nothing is rehearsed.. Everything happening simultaneously, it was like living through a flash forward. So profound. An actor is finding his own. A coming into character – A life of their own.
The effects have left us better and forbidden.
A life outside our lives.
A woven set of story lines woven from the same piece of thread.
We burn the scripts and realize our start point of right now with a possibility of every ending.
In living our every secret, we find that words are useless. Who can guess what happens next? It’s all an act of unrestrained realities falling into me.
