When your coolest buddy is your nastiest enemy,
When your happiness leads you to misery,
When time awaits you no longer,
When your sunshine is swaddled by the murky clouds,
When your feet yearning to keep walking but profusely bleeding,
When you are there and everything is gone,
When your hope is shattered and become dust,
And when you fall and could only crawl,
And when you crawl, your path is thwarted,
Would dreaming be the cure and heal the sore?
2 comments:
This entry hurts~ It's like saying there's no solution but to dream.. mcm aim kmk mok kawen ngan foreigner jak....hehe. Nway, honestly, dreaming helps. Reality can sometimes be so cruel that the best way to escape is by dreaming. P skejap jak lah...then, you have to live again~ *wink*
very insightful.. hmm.. Thanks Na.
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