did you know that the aboriginal people believe in a dream like state where they can be spoken to by their gods and supernatural beings. they believe that through these dreams, they can be told stories regarding the creation, and what happens after death.

dreamtime, is a state of being we are all in. but, unlike most people, i don’t have many dreams. do i not deserve to be spoken to?  the truth is, i see darkness. as soon as my head hits that cold pillow, i am staring straight into the void.  ive been staring at a sky full of empty stars and grey clouds. all of my dreams have been have been this cold, grey fissure. not filled with love, but sadness. rather than being spoken to with warm words, i've been getting freezing whispers.

im lonely

i dont want to see empty skies anymore

Everything happens to us
For us
Because of us
In spite of us
We are engines of our own enlightenment
Monkeys in the machine
Makers of our madness
Self-perpetuators
Of everything
That makes us
Our own human being