Why.can't.you.space? >_< I want to read it because it's about dreams and art and I am dreams and art but my eyes hurt from looking at it. >_> Okay, nonetheless. I like you. :cute: I do. I live to dream, and dream to live. Dreams are the life force in me, dreams are reality, Existence, awaken life is just ... blah non-existent. I can choose to believe in dreams and ignore reality. :con: Or at least so I used to believe... I don't know anymore. After seeing such beautiful dreams, reality becomes unbearable. And when reality becomes unbearable you never want to wake up, you never want to live life, you want to live the dream. Then comes death, and the wish to die. Dreams are truer than reality for you dream it, they happen inside of you, of your mind. Everything you see, feel, touch, smell is unreal, it is all an illusion, your senses lie to you. But what you think, what you see with the eyes of the soul, that is real and true. I should profile comment you, you know. I probably will. If I'll remember it. :cute:
>_< I want to read it because it's about dreams and art and I am dreams and art but my eyes hurt from looking at it. >_> Okay, nonetheless. I like you.
:cute: I do.
I live to dream, and dream to live. Dreams are the life force in me, dreams are reality, Existence, awaken life is just ... blah non-existent. I can choose to believe in dreams and ignore reality. :con: Or at least so I used to believe... I don't know anymore. After seeing such beautiful dreams, reality becomes unbearable. And when reality becomes unbearable you never want to wake up, you never want to live life, you want to live the dream. Then comes death, and the wish to die.
Dreams are truer than reality for you dream it, they happen inside of you, of your mind. Everything you see, feel, touch, smell is unreal, it is all an illusion, your senses lie to you. But what you think, what you see with the eyes of the soul, that is real and true.
I should profile comment you, you know. I probably will. If I'll remember it.
:cute: