Alone, revealed only through a company of echoed patterns, I found my freedom, or at least what was fed to me for free. Within this currency consisting of the inevitability sprouted from nonsense I was given the sense of what is in that moment along with understanding beyond what's passed, enlightening my future to the infinite entropy promised to me. However promises hold no weight when they are founded upon a concept lacking integrity. Yet even when I acknowledge the missing integrity I search for meaning in the promise in hopes that I plant a seed of reality, mine. Arguably selfish yet truly I care not for this is where I thrive and seek motivation to carry on my own intangible wishes.
Spawned from greed the pressure to not fall beneath expectation has inflamed the lack of sensibility in each fleeting moment. Entrapped within this state I saw myself drown yet begged for more water. Until the point I reached myself dried in a desert, waking up to a dream, falling out of sleep, losing all understanding of what was, and all intuition for what will be. This is me.
Who I was then reflects what I grow from now so that I will lead to be someone I've never met next. However through transition, variables change beyond recognition, except for one premonition. A poisoned mind seeking an antidote to something potentially chronic, only potentially because it is territory not yet trekked, with goals to conquer, this conquest makes no promise other than it is real.
"This is real", words with no meaning when real has yet to be defined.