Have I found you or lost you? in And here we go.

The same two dreams repeating over and over and over again.
As if all the happiness in my life is now sprinkled into the dreams and I must gather every speckle of it, one by one to make any sense of my own feelings and emotions in this void.
Its an attractive void of dreams, the problem is waking up and realizing life is moving, I am not.

Yet everything’s in place, in control, no tangible fears.

And what am I doing? I’m forcing myself not to complete my bucket list, not to do the things I want, because the list is now really short, not much left to do.

What happens when I run out of all my ideals of happiness and achievements.
What happens when there are no more conquests?

Have I found you or lost you?