(0176) dreams and consequences

stop so i can buckle over and vomit. stop so i can scratch my head. it all feels so right, yet i know it's no different. i can only swim so far, and my perception isn't helping things. did too many things wrong, but i can't go back to correct things now. feeling left out of the shuffle is just a consequence. stop so i can make out the resemblance. see for myself. a moment of understanding would be nice, but we know it'll never happen. just sit quiet and enjoy the show. i'm betting on silence to be the cure. introspection at it's best. tepid and dull form the surroundings. breathed in the general direction. north, south, east, west... doesn't matter. you just go in circles. you'll never be anything without me, and i'll never be anything without you, but it was better that way. just dust anyway, right? we're all the same. is that the best that i can do? who knows. i don't think about it. religion. the worst thing to ever happen to mankind. stop so i can kneel and pray to a figment of my imagination and remember how freedom isn't free. fuck you idiots. it's time to tell the truth, but then again, you do represent the populace so i shouldn't expect any less. bloated. vaccuum of sorrow. no one was paying any attention. pure and simple as life and death. stop so i can feel the breeze one last time.