I have long searched for someone's thoughts I could recognize in myself. Until now, I could find only through written words an understanding of people. Desperation at the world around me led me to seek refuge in a realm of abstractions.
I, too, have often found that I lose myself in my thoughts of the world, instead of living in it. I'd rather sleep reality away. Dreams are for me a means to escape my state of mind. For when nightfall comes, my eyes open to the pain echoing inside me during the day. We are at the mercy of the world's whims, as we are of ourselves. A sense of reality sustained only by words.