quickie from my phone
Sometimes when I dream, I can't remember what's real. And that scares the shit out of me. My dreams are so real and I don't wake up, I don't know which side is the real one. My eyes fail me. I don't trust them, maybe this all is happening in my head. And time never passes and I'm stuck in hell. This was the Bad Trip I had last September at Om's house which I never recovered from almost. Till now, it haunts me. My brain activity. I spoke to everyone about it, they said I needed medication, to see a doctor. To see a friend. I honestly just think a week with Tanushi fixes everything. I went through a transformative period. I have been in a deep sleep these past two years, my thoughts have been fragments from an old dream that I had as a kid. Chanting mantras, eating cotton candy, driving my blade through my own heart. I no longer remember myself as I was. This one day, I was just a kid figuring out how to shoot on my phone and make films, now I helm music vi...
