Nothing is real in this world
Yet everything is real.
Memories forgotten, changed like a twinkling of an eye
I sit in contemplation wondering what to focus on
my glasses are dirty I need a wipe the rose color off them so I can get a clear view of what’s the deal how I feel …deeply. But does it matter?
63 cents left. Does it matter?
Right brain or left? Does it matter?
Sippin’ on water wishing it was vodka, drowning in the silence of my own company
No likes, no shares, no follows… disconnecting my self from the matrix. Seeing the illusion of Neptune… a lucid dream.
Now I am in control.
©2016 Montré Bible