Need to learn the ART separating my dreams from my reality. i seem to spent most of my time in my dreams and as a result have neglected my reality and its slowly becoming stale. the dream is more comforting, much calmer, greener, safer and free. I'm happy when I'm there, I'm complete. i don't need to hide secrets from my mirror or lie to my thoughts, i just be. in my dream, the stage is bigger, colourful and warm, the sound in insync and i can hear my heart beat.
Reality is, I've lost the use of my heart, but its still beating..at least. I'm surrounded by some dude, Society they call him. He's constantly trying to suppress me, control me. I'm worn out. i cant keep up, i refuse to keep up. most of the time, his voice is louder than mine, so it becomes a little difficult to hear Busi... sometimes i hear Beaucy, but Busi is a bit hard to hear.
recently, while i was going about myself, searching through myself, i found that the little 6year old Busi was still alive, sitting inside me in a corner. she's still the same bubbly care free person. She looked a little sad though. so as i was passing through a park at night i decided to make her a little happy. i climbed up a swing set and my.. i felt alive as she pounced with joy. i haven't played for a while, you know..just to do something for nje. 6 year old Busi is happy, and i wanna keep her happy. i should build a swing set in my yard..lol.:)
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