rise to sleep. day to night. task to task. routine to routine. all of it, feels as though im always viewing from a camera. watching a screen. no, full immersive reality of sorts, i often finding my vision quite odd, with my poor eyesight deepening that phenomena. i see things, colours, light, shades, everything. yet its so bizarre. it feels real. it is real. whilst, it also doesent feel real at the same time. a little me unable to actually control the external me in the material world. i cant, how do i put it, wake, up. theres a tiny me in there, that tiny me is me. but i cant seem to wake up. im phasing and auto piloting through time, this universal and omnipresent property that rules over my life.
im watching myself all the time. as though, theres, not just a singular me. one that watches. one that controls the body. is the one that watches, me? maybe theres another one that thinks. or is the ones that watches the same one that thinks?
this material experiences feels like a dream.
all my senses feel like they aren't real.
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