Blank Stare

Sometimes I have dreams, dreams of events that occured a while ago. I wake up and say to myself, was that yesterday? No, that was a year ago. It's difficult to watch time go by, yes I do want to grow up, on the other hand no. Like Spiderman's grandfather once said, with power comes responsilbility. As cheesy as that quote was, as horribly worded it was, it's true. Growing up leaves you option to new options, which can be identified as power, and I guess responsibility. I notice the part of living. Yes, hypothetically speaking rebirth can be real or unreal, and I really have no idea if this is my say 365th time being rebirth, but gosh, It feels like I'm really living for the first time in my life. If I stare at my hand for long periods of time, I get trippy and wonder "How does this hand work and useful for" (harhar)

So yeah that's my rant, I'm pretty fucking booked, as too much games, (been playing games lately) at a bad time. I hardly play, but now the habit kicked in.