Oh life, well, is it big or is it bigger? Ah it sets you so long, you get into every corner, you feel like you are lying while being honest and trying to speak when you are listening to the silence while you are acting deaf and silence dumb.
Confusion is a part of me which I could not just let go however much I tried, maybe it was all because , I am so busy thinking , pleasing and believing in other , that I have lost the dream of mine, maybe this is all a dream ,and the originality has never gone.. I live into the world of love which travels through my heart, I dream of the truth within my self all I see of is the Perfect me. The me who seems to be sleeping back to dreams, with a hope that, this just a fire of that dreams, and can be extinguished by the sea of the f the originality, which unlike the dreams has no horizon, and I am traveller in this sea of endless horizon. As I travel, I suddenly wake up to get into the dream of unreality, the daily usual dream, seeing the same faces all over again and the same routine, a dream which turns into nightmare as the day passes and then I slip again into the world of reality, my world, which I want to be in and I crave for.....
Sometimes I wander into those truth of originality in this dream of mine searching for a true me, a perfect me? What I have gained out of it and what have I lost! Suddenly there occur instances which include the dreams of wrong impacting me and then the dream of the best waiting for me...
However there are times in your originality , when you would be so self satisfied that you would not need anyone around makes you more than happy and satisfied, however the same disappears as soon as the thought about the things which went wrong with you comes over to linger you and you slip back to the dream world ....
What and who is the person who comes to you during these thoughts and how that one takes you away from those thoughts is the most important aspect of you life. Because its a simple use and throw, calling that person whenever you want the person to be , and as soon as you slip into originality of the perfectness, you hate that person wanting to kill and let it disappear from your life forever. That person , whom you see every morning as you slip into the world of dream as you stare at that person in the mirror standing in front of you , and feels like your own reflection . A reflection in the mirror which is half, the other half standing in front of that person in the mirror, two halves torn in between the wall of sadism , idiocy and dumbness.
The three words which makes you the perfect you in your dream world, and the person whom you have just murdered in the original world out of frustration and hatred.......... A Murderer.......
