yours truly.

You may be able to live in a world where routine steal your days and surviving hide your dreams and desires.


I cannot stay immobile.

My mind won’t let living escape my true destination.

To live, for I, is to plant my world deep in imagination with reality my last resort.

A distraction for now is what it plays, temporarily residing as a visitor.

My, my, my…

Fantasy will be my soul till grave.

Lost was I in the midst of clouds and storms, with expectation and responsibility pulling me here and there.

Finding myself, I land in a bed full of possibilities.

Let me dream.

Let me be.

Watch me go and see me flow.

Among the balance of good and bad I shall devour the world.

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