It's like a dream, we play by the rules because we think it is fun

It’s like a dream; we play by the rules because we think it is fun. But all of sudden, this dream gets too real. The branches from our worst nightmare pokes through the forth wall, actions (that followed by consequences) have never been so real. The colours of joy and sunshine have simply dried out, the battle is on. Darwin was right, life struggles for existence. For some of us, this struggle gets too long and tiring. And if we call it quits, we wonder ‘where this road will take us from here?’

What is it in the world do we actually own? According to Marxism, the ideas and values of the society are imposed through the means of production by the dominant class.

Are we confidant enough to say we own the means of our own happiness?

It's gone, but' it's still not gone

After all this time, it's hard to believe he still has such hold of me. I still find it hard to breathe at the sight of his name on my window live messenger, he is still the thought that starts my day; he is the one I think of in the middle of my thoughts. No one else can replace him; he is the constant in my days.

Though I can't promise forever, right now I need him like a heart that needs a beat.

I wish he needs me as much I need him. I wish there were things we could have done but need not be counted for. I wish we had three strikes before we were out. I wish we lived like the world was going to end. I wish I knew before we said our final goodbye. I wish I could move on, I wish he could see me already moved on.

Don’t we all just want to be held? Don’t we all just want the necessaries of life and the one we love?

In the dark, it was a blur. In the dark, we need not take responsibilities. In the dark, I wish we could start all over again. There are certain things we'd only do in the dark where in the light of day, we fear being judged, we fear we could not rewind. Only in the dark, we live out our last bit of life where we pretend no one else could see.

Let it bleed

It has been so long, my love for him has probably been long gone. But my heart will forever hold onto that thought, the moments we shared, everything I felt. I will wait. I will wait for him to make my day. I locked away my heart and gave him the keys. If it means to give in all I have, there is nothing left of me to give any more. Love and pain, which is which? Seems one can not simultaneously exist without the other. If his affections were meaningless, betrayal could never be. If this pain inside is cursing me not, it mustn’t be love that I had for him. Every day that has gone by is parting the time we had together a little further away. Memories stay in the past, so it states the universal law.

Let it fade, let it loose.

Our future awaits. Let it bleed.