There's apparently 8 billion people on this imaginary planet and I really prefer not
To spend hardly any time with any of them
Excitement isn't fun anymore
It's more of chore, an effort
The efforts for keeping the rotation for a material designed life going is unaffordable now
Sweat, tears and hard work for what please? For keeping an illusion going?
An illusion (a dream) that has no real substance, enjoyment to it
Now the obviousness of the dream is that the dream is empty, it has no real quality to it
It's not serious or fun, it's not really entertaining, there's nothing to get
No real flavor to anything
Tiredness and being grumpy or irritated is this as well
That's what is apparently arising here
The energy here isn't fuss in doing hardly anything right now
There's nothing to really talk about or do, no interest in exercise or even eating
Everything goes
Even the one's you love, really love, even that relationship, the one you was apparently in love with, how did that change so much? What happened there?
I have no idea, I'm not even sure what love is anymore
