Thursday, April 12, 2012

Dreams indeed

I used to write lotsa poems mostly about love and what I truly feel about life. Well they are all cheesy I know and now I don't even know where are all those scribbles. I couldn't find it even in me anymore. Broken as I sound, I'm actually not.

I don't feel it's worth anymore to whine and muse over delusional things. Yes everything was mere imagination since I was not officially in any relationship for a year nearly, but I cherished my imagination. No harm to anyone, no trouble and no worries.

Now though......I wish I had stayed in the dream world and not see the real one.