chosen dream

just to clear my mind.
i write:

we are constantly making ourselves believe.
i decide to deceive myself, consciously about this;
and about that.

and just now, i have decided this is how i want to remember things,
like just the other day that is how i decided i wanted to experience life.

i since life is lived like this,
and reality is like that.

i don't know anymore how much of this is a dream
and how much of a dream is my life.