A lot of us have an idea about the unseen, rather you believe something, someone exist or not is based on our subpar existence. The subpar existence is our five senses ranging from taste to feel and this is what we base life on, that is some of us base life on this. I'm stuck dealing with everything including what is beneath the surface, which I feel can suck a donkey's sack half the time. Why so profane, because I constantly deal with manifestations of my deepest self. My poetry is tales of excursions I don't enjoy nor control and will keep happening until I'm balanced.

What seem so real leave me so lost, I wake up searching for things I'm not around or wondering if I'm still sleep.
I deal with anxiety because if I don't act as if these trips are the norm, I will obsess over the meaning, only to realize I'm weird. My actions reflect this and what I feel is unavoidable but I'm a slave to the subconscious tales. Imagine losing faith yet you deal with demons for over a century, you can't tell people fearing the crazy label or being told to pray. Now imagine doing everything your being told and right when you fall into that third level of sleep, you experience the GOTCHA BITCH moment. What will I do with my subconscious side of life?
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