I keep having dreams of alternate realities. In many of them I am happier than I am here. My back isn’t always so sore. I don’t feel so insecure, so filled with pressure like my heart’s about to burst, I’ve been having chest pains for years but hopefully they’ll just go away once I hit the next goal. After the next achievement I’ll be happy but this is never true. In the other places I stare at the sky and this is enough. I’m jealous of how simple it could be. I have memories that don’t belong to me, like I snuck into the back of a theatre and stole some art. Sometimes I nap just to disappear into another life for an hour and change. Funny how we fear death but love sleep, two branches of them same plant. It’s not nothing, you see, the end. It’s not nothing. You become nothing here to experience every other path you could have walked. And sometimes, if we’re lucky, we get to walk these roads while we’re still here. We oscillate between worlds, exist in both simultaneously. And every time I do this, I am jealous of how simple it can be to find peace.
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