Race

 My mind is racing so fast and so blurry at the same time. 

Every morning I wake up exhausted, seems like my nervous system as overloaded. My dreams feel so real and somehow the past re-appearing there again - I feel so much while I’m asleep. what does it mean? 

I’m mad at the media and the lies, the adrenaline rush makes me want to show the reality, explain how everything really is but as I should know by now, the reality doesn’t matter - everyone chooses whatever they want to believe in. 

I feel stuck between then and now,  between here and there. I’ll still believe in light <3