I ponder of something terrifying
'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my,
Too deep
Please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound

Sometimes my eyes unfocus, and I see two dimensions.
I see reality, and a shrouded, cloudy, reality.
I feel like I live both.
It's like tiptoeing on the water 2 feet deep, then taking a plunge in the deep end.
I wonder if that's how life really is, separated into two. It probably is.
That's terrifying.
This isn't the type of thing I can hide from.
My thoughts need to take their words, and thread them together like a basket weave, and create a barrier.
But I suppose I'm taking one step forward and two steps backwards, and bringing the fear factor towards me, instead of pushing it away.
Fear itself.
The more I hide, the more I'm lying to myself, the more I think, and one day it will get me in trouble.
I think too much.
I get too into my own head.
I overthink my own words.
I roll them over the top of my tongue, and savor the taste, before getting to the bitter center and spitting them out, where I get into trouble.
It was so much easier when there was sound.
Now it's just silence.
Violent, deafening, silence.