Why cant I daydream through the night? when my life is days passing by without any definition. Whats the purpose of sleeping at night? why not in the day? why do we allow society to outline our lives. why do I feel bad for staying up late, even if I have nothing to do the next day.?

Why have I reached the point that I need anonymous approval of my thoughts? Why does the angry drunk frown upon me for smoking and loving? When will I allow myself to bee free enough to ignore society? I need to be in the water. We are suspended in water. Like a movie everything is in slow motion. Our weight is lifted.