Forever Wandering

I am giving up, I don't care about trying to quit. I really don't. I am not even going to try holding it back, why would I, why would I even care about myself. This is the dream and somewhere I am sleeping, just like in the Matrix, and this fake life is glitching. I can't touch it, I am the only thing either real or fake in this world and pain is the only thing they share. See the beauty in pain, pure emotions and cold touches.