dreams

Dreams

Nowadays, we running around through those smokey haze. Trapped inside those constant activity, killing our brains out, feel numb, asocial, always-need-a-fresh-air-feeling. Turn us into something that less utopist. Bury those dream of ours into the sand, hope there's someone who'll digging it for us. A pesimist mind..Plain thoughts that fool us around. Yet we need to escape, more deep into the seabed, where no one will find us. Longing for the feeling that we were needed, loved, and cherished.

A silent morning will wake us into the air of realness. None of the dreams that were alive, they have changed into hope, karma, and another alternate feeling that made us stand still. A rude awakening is the way to set our mind free. Reality is fakeness of the dreams. And the harsh reality is good, cause often the good thing came up after another bad thing revealed.

To lose your trust on something is an effortless thought, but if you lose your effort on something is a loser thought. I need a loser, so then I’ll feel as a winner-at least. You’ll need some others happiness so you have right to feel bad, and you’ll need some others sadness so you’ll feel more lucky to be happy.

Less but not least, keep writing down all of your thought so you’ll feel sanity in yours. Throw away all regrets, cause they live to kept you busy through your life. None of these thought will harm you, cause they are made to kept us think..Use your brain, not your dick…Cogito ergo sum…

-mid-day..11.19-