Something New....Someday

I have become frightened of my own existence It is as if I suddenly woke up from a dream, but that dream was all i knew. Eating, drinking, money, clothing seems ridiculous and redundant. I am aware of my own mortality, my frail skin, and blood.I can feel my organs moving as i ingest, I'm aware of the cold raising my hair, creating goosebumps. I have full Knowledge that one day i will die with  unanswered questions of why was I born. Where do I go? My dreams are more real than this place of awakening.Yet the dreams that i have feel more like dreams within dreams, and upon awaking it feels more like a transition into a new dream than an awakening. The inconsistencies make more sense than the more solid, and slow changing world we live in. the maze That I find myself in, like wind up toy that suddenly gains existential awareness, and wonders what happens when you pull out his key. I have brief memories, of an existence where I am not me, and there is none of this. ...

Walking on my way to work i saw three burly construction workers gathered around the littlest tree planted on the street.As i was passing, one of the construction workers, wearing the typical hard hat and orange reflective vest under a light blue jumpsuit, was reaching out towards the small tree. The construction worker, about 12+ times the weight of the tiny tree, took in his hand only remaining branch breaching out towards the top in a V split fashion. The branch, which made up more than half the trees height itself, was bare of leaves, sprouts or buds, and looked as if it was struggling to remain alive in the barren concrete that surrounded the shallow soil. The three men looked at the tree in joyful malice, laughing carelessly with anticipation on the act that was about to unfold. The hand of the construction man tightened his grip, pulling the branch towards him as far as tension would allow. With one jump he pulled down the entire branch with all his might. the branch Creaked a ...