I live vicariously through the input and output of other's electronic lives. It's kind of like decoding the algorithm of life. But, I am the only one that knows where and what it looks like. At times I feel like I am the only thing that is real. Who Am I? What is Real? Sometimes, this body that I occupy makes no sense to me. I live in the Matrix. But, I forgot which pill I took.

if
burned branches do not help me

then, why do i keep

watering the ashes

with my tears?

sometimes i wonder if the spider web with feathers strangled in it above my bed really catches my dreams. when i wake up there doesnt seem to be anything lifeless caught in its transluscent thread. hard to imagine something so small could catch something so magnanimous as the thoughts escaping my subconscious. dreams are strange. there are menwho believe that the waking life is a paralell universe that we are travel to as easy as closing our eyes. i tried the other day to travel tto this infamous realm without spending 63 billion dollars. its a little out my budget currenlty. so what i did was find a lotus in the local city pond and sat down. then i closed my eyes.