Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in quixotic, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another.
No more walls
Eventually, everything connects.
Even when it's is a crossroad or a critical decision for a turning point in one's life.
Darkness takes it all whether you want it to or not, and bares it away, and in the end, there is only dusk. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and eventually, we lose them there again.
Surrealism is destructive, but your unconscious mind like a core made of wind and the flow of eternal sunlight but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision, it crouching and stretching encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.
restlessness
There is never a restless night for the dark soul. They sleep well within a destiny sealed.
This is where the whole thing entered into a vicious cycle, for her proximity always inebriated the hearts, that only deepening their desire to remain hostages in the cages.
I'm homesick all the time... I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon, just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.
Would you still chase after those alluring illusions of yours knowing they’d slowly but certainly annihilate what’s left of your friable baggage in the real-world ?
