Dear No One,
Sometimes I think, or I wish, that I'm a subliminal creature. That I could get inside a mind without perception or conscious knowledge of my presence. Just to show that things aren't as they always seem. Maybe we're all subliminal in our own way, to chosen people in chosen ways. Maybe we're all hiding under a radar while wishing we were seeping through the surface. I sometimes like to think to myself that there are people here that no one sees, you'd think angels or ghosts or whatever you please to think of. But I picture people just there. Giving you advice or just living without existence. I like to think that I could be that person. Living inside this world or your head. I like to see things as a maybe or a it could happen. I'd like to think that my thoughts move so quick I don't know they're there, an excuse to myself for my chosen mistakes. Maybe we all work that. I'd like to think so.
Maybe our lives are simply empty threats to ourselves, we all find ourselves wishing for the will to stand, or sit. Then there are the ones we find lost or unorthodox. Maybe they are the sane ones. Maybe no one is sane.
Well now my mind is blank. Thanks mom.
"Live it up. You only have one life." "live for today"
I hate that way of life, so much. I mean, to an extent, it's good for people that find themselves to an extremely limited life. Then to most it's an excuse to do whatever they want with a popular saying to get away with it.
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