Psychedelia

I have the impression that the world I look at is rearing up. That what is happening around us is only a dream in a dream. Day after day, we embrace the reality that is falling into pieces before our eyes. It tears us of our dignity slowly and we become naked, we run in a loop and we cannot get out of it in any way. I don’t know if I want to dream or wake up. I’m not sure if I want to stop and face the truth or run and run and run…