Living in this "forever land", and never wants to wake up. It's a land belongs to me in my dream. And I get to feel it from time to time. It comes up throngh a window or in a rolling raindrop or in your eyes. It's dark and mysterious yet it's shining and so close to you like clouds holding you floating around in an endless dream. It feels like standing on top of this skyscraper looking down throngh windows to the city night with music whose names you can't tell. You don't have to do anything or you just can't do anything and you are just completely lost in the wine and smoke and sound and smell and colour. At this corner of your life, you feel it's coming and with you. Do I get drunk or drown? I wish I could. But I am awake with this dream, or am I really? It's just like honey...
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“Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness… give me truth.” |
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