Notes of Consciousness

It doesn’t have to be in the correct order

It doesn’t have to be in the correct order as it was thought up

To be placed in front of eyes of scrutiny that are withheld inside nervous systems that pump criticism with every ounce of blood in their veins

Standing in line in search of meaning to life

This has all been prearranged and premeditated unlike a dream that feels like meditation at a movie theatre observatory

This is another variation of evolution

Inside this box of definitions and unhidden meanings of self-preservation dignity and hope

It’s a war to fight for one’s own breath of self-worth to counter the social war of dehumanization shame and humiliation

Could this be considered a figure of dreamspeech

Trying to build and stabilize the sands of self in a heavy rainstorm of an existence