dreamcatcher

there are some things that aren't real., but i believe the grass are getting greener each day. I know that day is drawing near, i know by far one day when i wake up, i see what a fleeting glimpse of a flickering memory of my future is.. and all i wanna see it, is different from diffused faulty lights... that my dreams aren't mere marred lines of images i drew with weak fingerprints on broken glass , disappearing with fragments of condensation..that my wait is not transient but worthwhile.. cause at the end of the day, when i say "i do", i knew everything was did leycialy.. and when that day comes real,i will have no regrets.

i would rather soar than fly. At this moment.,its not about flying away anymore. its soaring where hellground is.