12 may 2016
... but Gods haunt my dreams,
Reflections of an imperfect reality,
They taunt me, mocking my lust, my pride,
... my vanity.
So, I'm feeling strange after some really strange dreams last night. Seems like my brain decided to work out a bunch of my insecurities while I was sleeping.
Truth be told, I feel very old lately. Maybe not physically; I'm not feeling tired in that sense. My thoughts feel heavier, though. I feel my responsibilities more accutely.
I'm still a jovial son-of-a-bitch, damnit! Life is good! (I mean that.)
Sometimes I think too much. I wouldn't be me if I stopped, though. ;)