September 12th, 2007
Sobriety
One morning you wake up, the air is cool, your vision is crisp, and you can see without a filter. What a morning that is.
Transcriptorial: He woke up and realized / yes, it's all real.
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the fallout will be gone, no longer burning our eyes, our flesh and our souls. may we never need to go to these extremes again.
That’s my darkest nightmare. The real world is anything beyond my immediate personal scope, and i live in terror of it finding me.
ive woken up before and realized every thing was true…
…then i got sober
I dreamed once, and realized it is all real: the world, and heaven, and God, and Hell, too. I have never looked back.
I’m still waiting for that morning to come. I hope it happens soon, because sometimes I worry that it’s not going to. That no, it’s not all real.
That wouldn’t be terrible.
growing up, i remember always thinking, “i’m still a baby. i’m in my crib, taking a long nap on a beautiful afternoon. none of this is real; soon i’ll wake up and mommy will take me to play in the park.”
one morning i woke up. and suddenly, i was very concious of reality.
i still try to lie and say i’m dreaming. it never works.