Your second self. Within the incoherence, the
dysfunction, hallucinations. fight with the realm of
reality. motionless, you broadcast your thoughts and
ideals. you exist on display. unsatisfied, your
emptiness, your escape, with limited rules and
consequences. your definition of efficiency: the minimal
loss of time, the maximum grant of pleasure. but you
remain dry. your disregard and lost interest in the
simplest and genuine life delights. they loss their
sweetness within your new found life. keep digging in the
bottomless barrel of your illusions, with the certainty
you can be anyone you want. you wear your new identities
as if it was better fitted for you. isn't easier to erase
then face your failures. this short term relief will
leave you with a heavy social void. each moment spent is
taking you further from an end, from me and everyone
else. yet you can't stop? didn't you question yourself
twice before making it your priority, your obsession. yet
you can't stop? with the lapse of time it grew to be the
leading portion of your life. isolated, negligent, you
can't recollect the amount of hours lost. feeding lies to
conceal what you actually do with your time. you barely
sleep, and spend all your waken moments obsessing over
your fiction. with all these hours lost, that you threw
away you could have accomplished great things. what have
you gained ? there is no double life, just one on
decline.
