self-talking

me: "Parkinson's disease characterised by degeneration..."

my ipod: "...Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands"

me: "err...sympotms of PD are due to loss of dopaminergic axons...err projecting...err"

my ipod: "When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know ya do.
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along"

me: "PD can be treated with...All you got to keep is strong.."

(move along yea rite, i cant concentrated hahaha)

(period)

I lived in my imagination.

I construct it with my illusion.

I colour it with my memory.

I lived in my imagination.

I build my own blurry boundaries between what is real and unreal.

I create my own cycle that cannot be determined by time.

I lived in my imagination.

Often pretending to hug a surreal figure.

Embedded my self to my own fantasy land way behind my consciousness.

I lived in my imagination.

Playing in my own sandy box with my imaginary friend.

Singing along with arrhythmic tone.

I lived in my imagination.

Where i can hide in my own treasure box

Bury it and guessing who will found me a decade from now

This is surreal, this is unreal, this is a dream.

should i open this box and going out to retrace the reality?

go ahead

i just realize a second ago, that we all, living things are trapped in a huge circular time dimension, named cycle.

although i did know it for years ago, but i just realize now, that what we've been through these times will be repeated but in different times and events. nothing will be the same,neither our age nor the people who used to be with us, but what will be happened is similar.

can you get it?

neither do i, i don't understand what i wrote, but sure i believed that im now trapped in a cycle of life. and i enjoy it :)

twilight

"When violet eyes get brighter,

And heavy wings grow lighter,

I'll taste the sky and feel alive again"

-Vanilla Twilight (Owlcity)

y repentinamente, lo falto.