hell is other humans.

this one is for guys who live someone else's life.

i don’t see others as equals anymore. they’re 6ft deep in the ground, while I’m watching them from above get buried alive. i control the script.

he whom learns the secrets of the mind, can control anything.

nothing is promised. living to next day is an unknown.

i have some guys tell me to look at how bad their life is. how badly they have it. to see through their lens to understand what they are going through.

soon as i hear it. i immediately want to switch off.

why would i look at life’s beauty from a loser’s view?

i’d rather get faded, put black meta ray bans on and play an audiobook on 2x speed. totally detached from reality.

inhabiting multiple dimensions of perspective. at once.

life itself is nothing more than a dream.

anything that comes to your mind is simply a fictional thought that wants to come out into reality.

a wet dream is a deep primal desire to fuck a woman. but in real life you’re too scared to even talk to one.

so. who are we to believe, if not even our mind?

well, anything that takes place inside your mind is virtual. its made up.

it’s a fact.

but, on the other side of the coin. some dreams seem so so real that we can practically take them into reality.

the mind does NOT imagine its dreams.

it actually sees them.

the desire to achieve a certain goal is so strong, it can pop out into the real world.

before i forget... i just drank copious amounts of double espresso, mixed in with glycine & taurine...

sparked up a turkish royal... tastes real smooth. i’m not familiar with such taste.

now, I’m laid up on the rooftop, taking the nature’s masterpiece in, while the nicotine is coursing through my veins.

life’s truly a gift. if you make it one.

i might be addicted 2 the game.

however. as i was saying... no human can change the way you dream.

it’s quite simply one of the few things that’s unique to us.

i think sometimes we forget that.

then confirmation bias hits, and you’re heavily trying to paint someone else’s beliefs & views as your own.

seeing everything through other human’s eyes.

& that becomes hell.

without a possibility of escape.

can you stay in this hell forever?

no.

and you shouldn’t either.

infact, they didn’t even put you in there. you did.

the need to be seen a certain way by others put you there.

the way you see yourself inside your dreams made you perceive yourself as already being in hell.

the hate in your soul equals pain.

so, the only option you see is to stay in it. no questions asked.

what a hellish way to waste a life.

back in the day... i used to dream about a life where i’m not paid per hour. but for WHO i am.

i jotted it down onto my brown buffalo leather notebook, with intend to look at it every time i woke up, and went to sleep.

i was hungier than anybody. i wanted it to become real so bad it hurt.

now, few years passed... who AM I?

a director of my dreams.

i look at life as it’s narrated by me.

moving in my own eccentric orbit. where no one else but me can enter.

i never got rid of dreams. you can’t. but they’re a nice way to supplement the adversity of real life with a bit of illusion.

especially if you’re lucid dreaming while fried on armodafinil.

nothing is impossible in that state.

feeling like a sith lord on nootropics.

side note : never listen to the sleep paralysis demon. trust.

in my mind I’m already where i desire to be.

it’s now just a matter of going through the motions.

motion never stops if you don’t.

the future is now.

stay schizo.

g2Ø.

p.s see how it works?

i’d say it’s simple as that. but it isn’t. you have to learn.

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otherwise.. I hope I brought some peace of mind.

I wish you luck.

stay schizo.

g2Ø.