Dreams, lived or spent, always takes a toll on your life. Be it in form of sweet memories or satanic verses.

Living in the form of reality is even worse. One always wants to write a fairy tale but you dont get to write it the way you want to, that is both the beauty and cruelty of life. Standing motionless, i find it hard to leave my dreams untouched, to leave what i always stood for, to leave the chance of getting shot and chance of getting nursed.