I live my life in a lucid dream, which is oddly enough my reality. I know only what my body and soul experience personally. I know not what you tell me, but what I tell myself. I find my self more alone now then ever. I cant understand what has happened lately only in my dreams there is black and white. Only in my dreams I find the answers. Why can’t I dream? Every now and then I have an unimaginable rambling of nonsense in my head during slumber. Why don’t they make sense? Why can’t I find the answers? Its like a movie with the middle cut out, as much as you try to piece the beginning and the ending together something’s missing. But what?

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