i_a_m_i
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Do you think of a fantasy in which you are not the same as you are now, and in which you exist to do something?
Do you think of how things would be if the past were different?
Do you think of your life's prospects?
Do you think of what's going to happen when you wake up?
Do you want to wake up?
Sometimes, I think of the future that awaits me in the real world. How I will have to work a low-wage job, how I won't be able to retire, how I will not enjoy it, and how I won't be allowed to do the things that others do.
Sometimes, I think of my past. How I was happier as a child, how I used to feel excitement and a desire to do things, and how those memories are my greatest possession.
Sometimes, I think of the present. How I am laying in this bed, how my hand is positioned on my chest, how my head rests against the pillow, how my torso and legs feel on the matress and under the weight of the blanket, and that is it.
Sometimes, I think of how things would be if they were different. If I were different, if other people were different, if the world were different, then maybe it wouldn't be the same.
Sometimes, I think of myself as non-existant. How I exist and I do not exist, how I am here but I am not here, how my mind is blank and yet I am thinking.
Sometimes, I wonder why things are the way they are.
And sometimes, I think of nothing at all, but my heart starts to race, and I cannot stand being in the darkness any longer, so I get my phone and watch youtube.
Do you think of how things would be if the past were different?
Do you think of your life's prospects?
Do you think of what's going to happen when you wake up?
Do you want to wake up?
Sometimes, I think of the future that awaits me in the real world. How I will have to work a low-wage job, how I won't be able to retire, how I will not enjoy it, and how I won't be allowed to do the things that others do.
Sometimes, I think of my past. How I was happier as a child, how I used to feel excitement and a desire to do things, and how those memories are my greatest possession.
Sometimes, I think of the present. How I am laying in this bed, how my hand is positioned on my chest, how my head rests against the pillow, how my torso and legs feel on the matress and under the weight of the blanket, and that is it.
Sometimes, I think of how things would be if they were different. If I were different, if other people were different, if the world were different, then maybe it wouldn't be the same.
Sometimes, I think of myself as non-existant. How I exist and I do not exist, how I am here but I am not here, how my mind is blank and yet I am thinking.
Sometimes, I wonder why things are the way they are.
And sometimes, I think of nothing at all, but my heart starts to race, and I cannot stand being in the darkness any longer, so I get my phone and watch youtube.