Dreams are delicate, worthy of being chased, and proof that we are human. The roads to self-discovery.
Once they are taken from us, we are the walking dead.
And in light of recent events, I believe my dreams are now well and truly buried.
Thursday, August 04, 2011 || 3:46 PM
Staring at my own reflection in the mirror this afternoon, I have come to realise how much I have given in my everyday life here on this little island.
Decision-making doesn't seem so difficult anymore. Or is it just the perception of things that dictates what we choose to do?
Silence is the true friend that never betrays. I sure hope Confucius is right.