The question why?
Matter of fact why am I thinking?
Why do I think at all?
Why do I choose my choice?
Why do I ponder on it all
Well I must eat to think.
Well I must drink to think.
Well I must sleep and think.
I must breath to think.
Cause if I don’t then I won’t be.
I, I,I, who is I?
Well that’s me.
I is a part of me.
Then I’m me.
I’m the everything.
I’m the trees.
I’m the rock.
Im the sky.
I’m the sea.
I’m the planet’s.
I’m the Sun.
I’m the universe.
I’m the galaxy.
And yet I’m a human being.
I’m….. I’m thinking.
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Chris Montray’s Bent Logic
I’m the mere presence of reality in a dream state.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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