When everything else around Me doesn't make sense;
I write to make sense out of it
Even when Sometimes what I write doesn't make sense,
But atleast it gives me some senses.

Feeling Lost more often than ever,
Not sure if I'm the lost One,
Or if I'm in The Lost World.

Feeling Nothing and Everything all at the same time;
Not sure if I even feel anything at all.

Is this All real?
Or is this all just in my head?

So far I've met No familiar face,
Everyone is just Everyone.

I can't even remember a face to save a life,
The only time I do is when they tag a name and a memory to it.
And I have to tag almost familiar features to their face based on a memory I just created in my own mind.
A memory that was never even there.
And they never really had a face or features.

Just really Strange Strangers.
Everything Strange about them.
Are they even here?

Trying to listen to what they say,
But to think of it;
To grasp what they said I meditate, then realise something strange;
All I hear from them is Silence.
And it is me in my thoughts interpreting what they just said.
Almost like they said nothing but Silent noise.

It's almost like living with ghosts.
Disappearing on you forever with no logic behind it.
Never seeing most people ever again.
Almost like they never really did exist.
They were just in your head or past a very long time ago.
An erased Past.
And you could see the signs the entire time you were with them that it was a dream or unreal...
Because you condition yourself to disregard the possibility of lucid dreams though you've had the exact same dream a thousand times before.

Everything is either confusing, makes no sense at all or doesn't even exist.

Almost like living in a wormhole.
Where everything just keeps leading to another dead end.
There's no true destination in this world.
A million roads but any road can take you where you're going.

Like an afterlife for lost souls with no absolute direction or ambition.

Or a mental institution where we're all just crazy and no one is aware of it.
So we live the madness in this illusion that we're meant to break out of because everyone knows nothing but madness.

The more you think of it;
the more deeply warped in the hole you become.

So I should just stop thinking;
It only leads to overthinking.

Still and Silence my Mind.
Because True; The only way Out is In.

The concept of Time just made it worse.
The repeated daily patterns.
The morning Sunsets.
The evening Sunrises.
The terrible meaningless budget food.

I could swear we were running in rewind.
Yesterday's became Tomorrow's
And Tommorows yesterday.
But they were all happening Today.
A day that barely existed.

A day that had to lean on Time, Yesterday, Tomorrow and memories to exist.
A day that really had nothing to ite.

Almost like an erased Day.
The day that no longer exists.
Because a million years from now;
Today will still be Today.
A day we only live in our dreams.

Because Today is a Dream.