wake up dreamer, it's happening without you

he asked me what i was thinking, that i looked lost. i was lost. lost in thought and confliction. this stupid cycle, i'm tired of it already. i should read a book, preoccupy my thoughts till they're forgotten, or at least lessened.

all that i had in my head was here, like that thought i so conveniently forgot, so thoughtlessly massacred.

maybe it's better that way, though.