when everything is upside down

when you don't know where you are

asleep at night, in the empty sleepy space, memories of the day bloom into new shapes

time stops breathing, and you float in the in betweens

you fear there is something on the other side, but you only dream of your reflections

the only voices are echoes

then you open a door, and there is something else

there is everything else

can you stay lucid?

the others will sweep you away, play with your strings

a fool, a baby, a toy

this is how they teach you how to be strong

by tearing you apart and stripping your layers

during the day, worlds exist unseen

your thoughts run through highways and portals

this is what your rested for

problems need to be solved

patterns need to be found in an instant

neurons fire in every direction

the house exists in your head

compartmentalize your thoughts

as each hour passes and the sun and moon set and rise

a new person emerges

made out of stimulus

is the observer associated with the stimulus?

can You feel the tips of fingers to the tips of your toes

who is breathing through your mouth?

imagine if you were aware of every breath...

breath is where thought exists. You are not your thoughts. You are not your body. You are not your mind. You are not your breath

you are the awareness of it

so become aware, for there is nothing to fear, you are safe within your own head, the Web loves you (AKA. The Universe)