Dream



I bet a quarter of one's life spent on dreaming...

It all started when you were too young and had too much play or when you just came from the beach and you had so much fun...either you're the one being chased,,,hiding,,,or even losing a game...one time I thought I was being chased and just to woke up when I really moved my legs as if running...another was I pee in bed thinking that I have no time going to the bathroom or else they would see me...another is when as if you were floating,,,as if waves and waves and you drifted to nowhere and only to find that you are just sitting in a cab and you are just sleepy...

Then you started to read books...you were enchanted by their mystical damsel in distress,,,castles,,,the never to end long long long time ago,,,and leaves you with happily ever after,,,and of course the wicked,,,oh should I forget the white in shinning armor,,,riding in his horse,,,fighting for you to be saved,,,ahhhhhhhh the prince...Until now I long for my prince...

And you grow,,,of course old...you learn that most of it wont happen most especially when you just sit there!!!so you work,,,work really really hard...At times you realized that its all dream but then you started to wish...

Its not bad...but right now i am running,,,hoping that it is not late...i want my own business,,,i want to be filthy rich,,,i want to have a partner like tom ford,,,i want him,,,badly...i want helpers at my dispense...dreams and wishes...