so on this cold evening i am leaning foward to soltitude in my life. just wishing i was elsewhere.. living my life in a distant place full of different people or atleast familiar ones i admire. as much as i know i cannot have this, or atleast not right now, i am still able to pull myself back to reality, hold back the tears, and reminiss back to why i am here. trying to keep the mask off and away.my complexion now feels different lately. maybe i've been wearing a mask? or have been missing one? what ever is it it's putting a rough toll on my mindful self-esteem, which i don't like that much.
if only i had a few pennys in my pocket and a bag full of real-life-dreams; i would be set to roam this earth. free to roam anywhere, anyplace i want, ever dreamt of.
but then again, dreams are dreams. half the time when you have then they are just silly mirages in a cloud sticking to the surfaces of our skulls.
fuck i hate dreams.
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