TURN THAT SHIT OFF
It's like when I snap, someone else is constantly watching me.
Like I'm living and watching, the world from behind a window.In a constant motionless state.I'm an undercover, a spy.
Reality is filtered.There are always constant vibrations, small and imperceptible.
Surely nothing is stable.It's a path, one or a thousand roads, a walk in search of peace.Wary, in search of faith.
There is no precise place, one cannot understand what kind of world it is.
