Dreams.
Ignore me i'm ranting.
the irrationality of dreams, yet its allure seduces us. and we are drawn to it like flies to the light, or vultures to carcasses.
dreams are but empty promises built on castles in the air. Seeped into the mortar and bricks is the notion of falsehood, of trickery, of delusion; its walls echo of laughter, hollow and empty, chortling at the naivete of unsuspecting visitors; the doors are old and worn, for there are many who frequent the passageways; and the castle hides its treasured collection of prisoners in its dungeons, masturbating their own reality, trying and trying to make reality conform to their insanity. yet one looks upon the facade of the castle, looming and mysterious and unattainable, and one falls into the trap of wanting to possess, to feel, to have a taste of its unique flavour. and so the castle never runs out of visitors, for there are many who will gladly waste away their lives to be in the dungeons of these castles.
and so i stand, at the moat of the castle, staring at the unpenetrable fortress. and i continue to stand and stare while others choose their fates.
because all i will do, all i can do, is to just stand and stare, while others, oblivious, continue to feed the Galactus we call dreams.
the irrationality of dreams, yet its allure seduces us. and we are drawn to it like flies to the light, or vultures to carcasses.
dreams are but empty promises built on castles in the air. Seeped into the mortar and bricks is the notion of falsehood, of trickery, of delusion; its walls echo of laughter, hollow and empty, chortling at the naivete of unsuspecting visitors; the doors are old and worn, for there are many who frequent the passageways; and the castle hides its treasured collection of prisoners in its dungeons, masturbating their own reality, trying and trying to make reality conform to their insanity. yet one looks upon the facade of the castle, looming and mysterious and unattainable, and one falls into the trap of wanting to possess, to feel, to have a taste of its unique flavour. and so the castle never runs out of visitors, for there are many who will gladly waste away their lives to be in the dungeons of these castles.
and so i stand, at the moat of the castle, staring at the unpenetrable fortress. and i continue to stand and stare while others choose their fates.
because all i will do, all i can do, is to just stand and stare, while others, oblivious, continue to feed the Galactus we call dreams.
bkwy saw the light at 12:18 AM
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