What is more to life?
I sit here staring at pixels that blink and some that don’t.
I hallucinate for the lack of hydration.
I contemplate on issues that surround.
I know that somewhere, a purpose has been deemed for me to find.
That I’m not only here for spite.
I am not only a dot, I am not a bubble, not even a single thread amongst many others.
I have a reason but that reason I have to search.
Do I have to create consequences in order for me to come up with sensible actions?
My mind is wandering off and I feel stressed.
Through the corners of my head (yes, my head has corners) balls are passing through (no, my head doesn’t have balls)
What sense is there for me to think?
I feel like a robot designed to operate but I’m losing control.
I go in spaces and places that can only be touched within imagination.
I go into an abyss fighting decisions that don’t have to be argued.
My mind is meant for lunacy, and it’s only a matter of clocks ticking before this perception is headed towards the bomb.


