time

i hate when i lose my sense of time. it's such a horrible feeling.

when i forget what day it is, i start to forget who i am. as if the mere concept of time is what actually holds my reality together. it is though, isn't it? 

you lose the sun, you lose your reality. simple as that. one day could feel like a second but a year could feel like a century. i envy creatures that never see the sun. even though they probably never experience the concept of time, they have a purpose to fill that dark with. live, breed, die. it's not much for us but for them it's everything. they don't have a choice. 

that's what's wrong. i have a choice. i've outgrown my purpose, i have so much more in life than live, breed and die. it's a curse though. freedom. 

sure. i can do what ever i want. but it only takes one bad egg to ruin freedom. 

what's the meaning of all this you wonder? well here:

- fuck the government

- go outside

- make a cup of tea