When sun melts hanging dreams of the night, when it breaks through your window lighting a pile at the dark corner… torn letters, finished ink ,unwritten words all over your head and other written on walls ..Loud silence racing the illumination, shabby pictures covering the floor fighting the dust in vain, empty bed and wrecked clock… a classic murder scene of a broken heart.
That’s when I realized sometimes things have to be what it has to be. Sometimes things are not what they seemed to be, and sometimes things are not true!
Rainbow I love the rainbow but after all it’s a delusion. It’s a reaction of sun with drops of water the rain …my lovely rain, dreams I love dreams but after all they are only in my head another delusion of a million ideas in my unconscious mind.
They seem so unreal and yet with billion fans around the world. Love… my biggest delusion, disappointed in this moment, some believe in love and other just don’t. And I’m in the middle of no where but dose it has to be so real touchable to believe in? Can we just touch our dreams in so many other ways than material things?
Right now I just have to believe and let things have their own way after all everything starts from a point of nowhere. and make sure if got disappointed one day from someone walked away they don't have the right to take what you believe in with them.