Sometimes i lie in myself, sometime i like to think and wander about myself, my life and again me. How had this happen and what had made this , are some frequently asked question i ask myself, about me and about you, about this universe and about all of the being, i ask myself who am i and why am i born, do i really have an existence or i was just created like you.
Yes i question myself , I question a lot, ask my self beyond my intelligence , things i know, things i cant explained and even things i don't care, and then i get lost, lost in myself, lost in a world we call dream. a world where we all want to be, a world of ecstasy and a world without pain, nor a gain. that's the world where i belong and where I always want to see myself. Down on myself I fall deep and deeper until i meet her, my dream, she gradually takes me into her arms, let my thought rest into her and my body paralyses with my head numb, she makes me wonder myself to the world that is far far beyond.
That unending fantasy created by my mind which she drove with her insane divine power that floats freely like a space beyond the origin of my actualization is my dream, it takes me to my place where i ever wanted to be and the place where i let myself to let me be.
