March 9, 2012
DREAMS ARE SUICIDE
I had a nightmare-the ghost of happiness. And he lurks on the shadows of my mind. Can you cure darkness with just a tinge of light? Or do I need a kaleidoscope to survive?
I sense him. And the confident man I used to be crumbles. My butter fingers tremble with the slightest glance and I know that I could never bear seeing him face to face.
How long will I stay like this? How long am I willing to hold on to something that's killing me? And how long will I be willing to die for it?
I need the answers. Soon.
Otherwise, it'll be another suicide.