I see the whole world as a Realm of Possibility, without the false borders, a world within our worlds mostly in our heads.
I’ve seen these hills, they were the same when I first saw them and they are the same now.
A while has transpired between then and now.
We've become so comfortable in our own lack of safety having accepted danger as just a daily thing.
In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
2019 is another Pandora's box we open tonight, so let's breathe easy before facing whatever's inside.
We're so afraid of insanity we drive ourselves insane.
Even English has become a gamble, I don't know what constitutes English anymore.
We all know tomorrow will still happen even if we cease to exist.
There is nothing more miserable than seeing endless darkness even when there is light.