I live in las vegas. The city of lights. A city the never sleeps. A city full of beauty and wonder. But every coin has two sides. I hate it here. I grow more and more depressed when I think about the fact that I may never get out of this place. I'm stuck here in this city of broken dreams. In a city that never sleeps because it has too many addictions. A city where beauty and wonder have lead to ugliness and despair. I find myself wandering "The strip" as it has been nicknamed often. At first I use to wander it to be around others and try to pretend like everyone else that its such a wonderful place. I now wander it so that I don't feel like I'm the only lost person wandering around. Wander the strip makes you realise that even in a crowed place you can still feel...alone. I constantly feel as if my body is doing nothing more than floating thru the ether of space and this life is nothing more than my imagination being overactive in a time of zero simulations. doing its best to keep me for going insane while somehow dealing with the constant sorrow. I other feel not disconnected from others buy from myself. As if i'm not really in this body but controlling it remotely I asked a friend the other day
"If you're life flashes before your eyes before you die, is this just the replay?"
"If you're life flashes before your eyes before you die, is this just the replay?"