a life that dreams of something else is a life hardly lived... parasites though... feed on the living tissues from the living of a life they would otherwise never know... to live another's strain is to dream the nightmares lie wasted efforts... lessons learned... history repeats our cycle. meaningless becomes our experience existence... having been born to die... nightmare or a waking dream nightmares live within awaken from the slumber for centuries it has been sleeping immortal memories into being are creeping they cry in the night for freedom from the restraints of the flesh The chains of one's own doing we hold fast to the only thing we know All the while cursing this existence we refuse to let go. parasitic infections undetected. continue to grow
