Brave Heart

all this while, I've been in the long lane of memory fragments.

It's been too long, I just can't get rid of it. everything has become a part of my life, my dream.

Yes, I have a dream. A far away, colourful, dream; it's a dream that will splash iridescent rainbows into this world.

This world of grey, white, black. 

It feels so awful and sad whenever I think of the position I'm currently in.

yes, it feels like I've had all those things I once dreamt of. Long ago.

Sadism and longing, it bites my soul, so hard so painful.

But yes, I really have everything. maybe it was me, maybe it was all about my dream.

I always feel like doing something, so that I can be closer.

Closer to that day.

Now it's just passe, but it still feels damn heck awful. Maybe it's just a matter of perspective.

and how you define this world.

To me, the world, it's colourful.

too colourful that it saddens my whole being. 

I always feel that maybe there's something else that I can do, and yet I also feel hesitated.

Like maybe I've always been wrong all the while, from the beginning. 

I have a dream. I love memories.

It's a sunshine in my path, and all I need is a brave heart to bask in its glory. 

Can I believe? 

[sorry if im a bit hypocritical, but i cant lie to my feelings

i need something. to recover my world. the world once full of hope

HOPE. once I had always believed.]