I'm not sure of reality anymore. I'm probably locked in a mental hospital right now. A padded room. People checking on me.
My thoughts are telepathically finding their way to the internet. And you're reading them.
How do you know that you're not in the padded room with me? Can you really be sure? Prove it to me. I won't believe you.
Because I don't even believe that I 'm not in a cell right now. Drooling. Letting myself fall into the delusion that's more pleasant than reality.
Come be crazy with me.?I promise it will be interesting. I can't promise it'll be safe. I just know what its like to sit in wonder. To lay back and look at the stars and know that you are nothing.
Try it. It feels good to be unimportant. Because the rest of the time...
Your just talking to yourself.