Pulse

Why persist to reside inside, when mocked you are outside? When hands to tarnish  are alert you opt to survive? I despise your resilience, oh so badly, I do it's pitiful how you exist all veiled and so timid! Have some dignity oh, hope! or borrow it from sorrow - so tenacious  it is don't you follow? Morrow or today, or even now  as I say, Kill yourself or so shall I.    Save the agony of fighting, trying to rescue all that which is a lie. Go on - please,  just die.

I can talk about dreams all day long. They are fascinating as it is! and mind you, if you don't  find them interesting what so ever, I think imagination and curiosity within you has seized to exist. They are the  indication of the basic natural creativity that all of us possess and none can escape. It is like a law of nature that signals and announces the vitality of imagination. OK. Chucking the philosophical rambling and getting to what I was here for, a dream that I saw. This is the first time I am going to narrate a first hand, sort of,  experience to you guys. You have my permission to laugh and well, enjoy. I know I did when I woke up. [Oh by the way, just a precautionary warning : This is going to smell,taste and sight weird] Here goes : Like all dreams tend to have, or not to have,  this one dream of mine had no exact starting point to it. I was starring this dream with two other people. I say starring cause it felt like a movie, you'll know why. One...

Inside willingly, but not trapped succumbing to the responsibilities, all held. Young, I thought I'd escape Oh dear! was that a mistake. Ideas are mere droplets, clouds to rain are needed. Willing is not totality, Strength to do is central. Take my word, to achieve and reach break your bones or else all you'll breach, is a thin lining to your inner self - which is surely, sheerly just the first step. Just... the first step.