| | kids have imaginary friends because they are lonley.
adults have imagination because they are lonely too.
i day-dream all the time. i love imagining. too much imagination run
wild in my head. it cant stop spinning around, filling all my brain
cells. i just love it. the passion is beyond comprehension. i wont tell
what i imagine. but the clue is they are all PURE. they are all about
life.
my life is empty. hollow. similar to the lumen of the blood vessels. no
excitement. it is just like the heart pumping blood from lungs to
tissues throughtout the body. working in routine and systematically.
just that i am not not as systematic. i am sick and tired looking at my
life. what have i done? what have i learnt? if i were to paint my life
on a piece of paper, it would be black or white or blue....n not the
combination of the 3 colours.
my life is evolved only around books. it makes me feel like a geek! otherwise, i will eat, watch TV and go to bed.
i need something to fill me. make me alive. wake me up! but it all
depends on myself. perhaps i should cut down on my imagination. i am so
frightened one day i will forget to differentiate which one is my
illusion or reality. i dont want to be insane!
imagination kills. be practical, dear!
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