I find myself oblivious to the things I only wish I could. So far, there is the known and the unknown, and I seen things that I never thought I would see in a million lifetimes. It's so indescribable, this feeling of never ending possibilities, some that come to my benefit and fortune.

Every where I look and every time I turn around, my reflection and natural instinct tells me which of the two paths I should take. On a recent notion, dreaming of the unreal and the things I wish would spark a fire in reality, have all become strangely real and another pick of my brain.

What if we were all vapor, and each one of us just a figment of one another's imagery? What if this was all one giant misconception of fluctuating misfortune, and never ending greed and desire, and passion? Right now I know that my life theory and question has just as great of a chance than any other. The unexpected takes the bait everyday I breath and somehow it never seems to fail, even if it wanted to.