Humming a song in mind...
Life is but a dream.
Whatever happen to the bright sparkles in the eyes?
Only to see them dull and battle weary.
Whatever happen to the fiery blazes of love inside?
Only to find the heart bled and died.
Life is but a dream.
Of princes and princesses; of ladies and gentlemen.
Of spring and summer; of dazzling stars and mesmerizing moonlight.
The heart be strong, the mind be ready, the spirit be right.
They shall be as well, heartbreaks and imperfections.
Withering and stagnancy; uncertainties and disappointments.
Do not be naive, do not be deceived.
Awoke to yet another cycle...
The heart is still bleeding.
Time be the healing.
