I think I've seen the real in everyone and sometimes that makes me sick. Is ignorance bliss? Is bliss even really bliss? Are we all just existing in this pool of unreality, trying to ignore what isn't even real? "Reality is when you stop believing in it and it's still there." But how does one just stop believing?
It takes years to build a triple story hotel building and one might think it's simple to just tear it all down. But in lies the rubble and the mess and the brick and the dust will never settle, not really, not ever. Blood will remain forever in the pavement cracks, drying and becoming like rust.

I have to take it a day at a time but the days are so long.

I never know what time is anymore.

Gosh.
Am I just going to dwell in this forever?
Probably.

--Andria.