The pressure persists while I resist… Why do I resist? Why do I persist? Insisting on asserting my will upon the wheels that turn against me, But… What is against me when I am everything? Do I really believe that? Sometimes time seems like a restriction, conflicting with my lack of order. Why is there even an order? Limiters upon my will to see a new incarnation of an imagined world, But why must I wait?

The weight of time consumes me and I don't know who to talk to relieve the load, Why do I feel that I was given such responsibility? Why do I take this illusion as real?

 … I'm drifting slowly, purposely drifting, so I can find the dark corners of my soul, I rebel against myself to assert some type of freedom, investigating my ability to leave and return to my divinity, confusing myself just to get a different type of thrill, learning more and more about myself. 

I used to judge myself, but now I realize that there's a come-up and breakdown… Maybe, I need a break now… tired of working, 

I just want to be in a different world and fly in the wind… Is it a sin to disappear sometimes? Losing myself in my fantasies and ideals, the unconscious and conscious… Can I experience a different place? transforming and returning anew? …dulling this body so I can slow down time and be in my world a little longer…longer please.. sometimes I don't know if I want to move because It's easier to stand still, Does that even make sense? I feel lost and it's of my own will. Hey, I am young, so I can be a little reckless, things can be easier, so there's no need to be stressed…

I'm done reflecting, I'mma go back to my world in peace.....