Sometimes the world is worth living…
Dreams
I had dreams. Childish dreams mostly, but they were mine. They were the only bit of pieces that I declared as mine. And the world of reality tries to steal them from me. NO! Please, let me live my dreams once again…
Sometimes you have nothing but to sit and wait…
I have my invisibilty cloak with me again, fear me dark lord!
Numbers Everywhere
All sides are covered with numbers, we measure everything by the numbers. Number of hits that our post has, number of zeros in our income, number of people in our friends list. The quality should not be just numbers, if we can look with eyes giving value we can see beyond the numbers…
Kid Mode
We always say “Good Old Days” when we talk about the past, our youth that it is. As a kid I was living in our small house which is capable of anything. Your mom and dad were your guardian angels who can defeat anything. Also we were not aware of we should be afraid of death or sickness.
Then we grove up and beared the burden, nothing is the same now; we are living a time that cannot go back, although we want that so badly…
Shadows cannot pick the light while they’re alive.
Dreams to Reality
Dreams are better sometimes, but they are not some place you can easily return. Maybe you can never return to a dream after you wake up. You miss that dream, but it is a big ship moving in the night, hard to cathc it.
