a well meaning accomplice once asked me why I don't like sleeping.
it appears not to be obvious to most that the machinations of the mind are the biggest source of anguish one can endure, and sleeping puts one at a particular disadvantage against the mind, unshielded from its psychological warfare
every night as my dreams spiral into nonsense a staggering pain engulfs my mind and I cry
and I scream and I yell and I beg for forgiveness as the phantasy naturally reflects the inherent agony of my existence
and as if in a sick, cruel twist, the phantasy expounds warmth and embraces ego, and I scream and I yell and I cry in joy, and I embrace those whom I love and I tell them I'll never let go again
years of pain suddenly no more, tears drown bitterness and homogenize relief
yet soon enough the inevitability of reality sets in
and as I open my eyes the hell whence I came from is evident in the absence of a mirage constructed by the subconscious in a futile attempt to lessen the pain of a life of inadequacy
my eyes are dry. I never cried any tears. there has been no relief. but now I need to eat something and take the pills or I'll get sick again so I just forget about it and move on.
sorry for bad english
do you like sleeping?
it appears not to be obvious to most that the machinations of the mind are the biggest source of anguish one can endure, and sleeping puts one at a particular disadvantage against the mind, unshielded from its psychological warfare
every night as my dreams spiral into nonsense a staggering pain engulfs my mind and I cry
and I scream and I yell and I beg for forgiveness as the phantasy naturally reflects the inherent agony of my existence
and as if in a sick, cruel twist, the phantasy expounds warmth and embraces ego, and I scream and I yell and I cry in joy, and I embrace those whom I love and I tell them I'll never let go again
years of pain suddenly no more, tears drown bitterness and homogenize relief
yet soon enough the inevitability of reality sets in
and as I open my eyes the hell whence I came from is evident in the absence of a mirage constructed by the subconscious in a futile attempt to lessen the pain of a life of inadequacy
my eyes are dry. I never cried any tears. there has been no relief. but now I need to eat something and take the pills or I'll get sick again so I just forget about it and move on.
sorry for bad english
do you like sleeping?



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