I got the recurring theme of symmetry here, I'm not quite sure if it was intentional, but the title and the significance of that particular type of triangle, I've heard the phrase 'life is an isosceles triangle' before, and that kinda entered my mind when I was reading it; also the continuous opposites portrayed here like the dream, and the waking up, the sharp realisation of reality. Also laughing/crying, rationality/and again reality. Sometimes reality cleanses us, or scrubs us off our more outlandish desires, the 'impossible' becoming a word that's etched further into our minds, it's stifling when sometimes there's not even a semblance of good fortune lingering in front of us. I was curious though, at the significance of the 'triangle' later on in this piece when you talked about fate, and how triangles are often seen as a moment when you can take one of two opposite decisions but still end up in the same place.

When you mentioned 'love' and the notion of it triangulating, it got me thinking and I don't really wanna go off on a tangent here but it reminded me of an 'isosceles love triangle', which I've seemed to forgotten the definition of. Hah. Useless. Anywayy: I was left questioning in my head what you meant by the thought, and the significance of insanity and death. I'll give it another ponder when my mind isn't mashed potato. (:

It's a the helplessness in this poem was striking, simply because of how I can of course relate to your words here, 'time and space replaced my fate', that was so saddening but I loved the cadence of it. Really made it stood out. Brilllll. When you discussed 'stale emotions' I couldn't help but think of when unwanted feelings linger in the backs of our mind, sometimes feelings that feel fresh for a while often wilt a little bit. Of course, the ones that were good can always be restored but it's upto us to recycle the negatives into something positive, is it not? I don't even know if that was what you're talking about, but behold the joys of alternate readings and opinion! :)
I noticed a very tired tone here, as if the narrator feels like they can't continue much longer with the dead weights on their shoulders, not necessarily close to completely giving in but that stage where the limpness in your body and mind feels like someone threw you on a bed and turned off the light. That's my awful attempt at explaining it. I love the intensity in your words here, though. Saddening as they may be, it's a powerful piece of writing, simply because 1. you're a wordsmith! x) and 2. because when we read someone elses thoughts and they're conveyed in such a similar fashion to how we think it, only narrated better; it's more of a powerful experience to read.
There's a lot in here, many images that I'd love to go over and discuss.

Pleasure reading your work as always.