When you get to see someone chase their dreams, hear their voice brim with joy or the moments of resignations, you know it’s real, both the person and the dream. You can almost catch the rhythm of happiness and failure, the moments of pauses in between. You know how one could love something so real…
Read MoreBehind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Veins and miles Of veins all over, Carrying bloods Of all kind. Where does it reach I wonder, That begins at the center And prolongs all over. Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Should I…
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Stop and stare I think I’m moving but I go nowhere Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you’re here not there And you’d give anything to get what’s fair But fair ain’t what you really need Oh, can…
Read MoreThe first dreams were built out of lego, casted over plastic base they seemed impervious. The real ones are built out of bricks, casted over impermeable plans they seems feeble than ever. Shall we go back to the lego days, when minds were still plastic, but will, inexorable.
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The Wordcastle 