critique on themes

I've started writing every day to get better at writing but also speaking, becoming more interesting to listen to so that my words carry a bit more meaning. I was hoping to solicit some overarching feedback based on a few days of writing.

We live in someone else's daydream, walking in our own shoes, a pair you have seen on tv. Emerald trees, lush gardens, a river runs near it.

visions of the sunset skyline dress the windows of our house, the sounds of children playing ride the wind to wrap our chimeless house,

Inside we sit in stoic silence (placeholder) screenlight cast on our faces adding the movement we exchanged for entertainment, who is playing who?

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how much of what we see can be foretold with what we know. No two life pairs compared alike, loosely woven through and through. Experience is never new thus begets the guessing game.

What amidst the chaos falls convenient in our palms. If I were you or you then would I find my guesses true?

Patterns threaded throughout the chaos we create glimmers the order in us defined thus endures the guessing game...

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My night is but a blink a seamless passage to tomorrow.

Hard cut to the daylight seeping though the edges of my shades, displaced dreams overlay my waking hours taking refuge in the borrowed space of my minds eye.

Wake me slowly from this daydream for I've work to do still curious of how the scene unfolds.

How absurd the night's recovery postponed to be performed in front of the conscious mirror. (place holder something about sub and conscious deciding to share the same shift, ships passing in the night no longer).

// any advice you can offer is appreciated, Thanks!