"now life has killed a dream i dreamed"
it's a paradox, such an exasperating sort of dejecting incongruity. i execrate it when time has decided to incline on a highly emotional day. my emotions are running low in energy recordings, my expressive cells are feeling low. i've over-manipulated them for the excitement in dawn, the premium bliss at noon, the contentment in the evening, and now, the substantial spin.
yes, i'd juggled all those sentiments and unspeakable ardor in just one day of 24 supposedly simple hours. life is colourful (: and in mind, you'll find more colours than you typically would in a 14-year-old..
im inspired, pretty esoterically in a way. and sometimes, the diffused ringer in my mind depicts a vague future. sometimes, it's like i'd sailed pass time to where the future belongs, as though im certain of a distinguish time ahead. but the thing is, im not.
and as much as the delusional state costs, the future is not as perfect. i know..
i'd just listened to Les Miserables's "I Dreamed A Dream", an awesome piece indited, sung beautifully and meant a whole lot beyond the facial expressions displayed by the singer. i felt it, the way every note was meant to touch the heart, and every word was written for that sort of comprehension.
at least, there's one soul in this wide, wide world, who truly cherishes this song.
"sometimes goodbye is a second chance"
