Landau-Hotel

Memory and false light give way to the darkness of closed eyelids. The brain is still hard at work trying to rest the body and recuperate everything from the day before and the week before that and so far as the year prior or even the life that which has become nothing to the conscience mind. Every muscle relaxed, cept the twitch brought on by a false memory, the brain becomes mindful, slowly exiting a world less physical but in some ways, more real. Consciousness fighting with the fleeting memory of a sub-consciousness that is meant to be forgotten. His thoughts invade the end of the morning vision: "Remember that dream… remember that dream

Slight headache and the itch to proceed to something more interesting. Life seems to have past me sometimes. Are we meant to do something more important, more heroic? Or is it just about getting by, making money and passing on. Time will tell but isn't there something you should be doing to aid your concerns and motives? Maybe I can fight for some cause, but what cause is truly worth fighting for when you have no base, no core passion. Can you just stumble into a cause for the sake of having a cause to fight for? Build a belief, a shallow belief is good enough.

Flood in blood, but be mean in life