I'm back for a while after a sudden realization that I've been away for some time and resulted the neglect of coming up with any post.. some would call me lazy which I don't even care even though it did cause a stir, slightly without much effect, on me.. that would tarnish my name a bit but hey, I got some other things to do, so stop all this non-stop madness with all the sweat being dedicated to dig up the reason of this idleness..
I've been pondering too much all this while.. It is as if I forget that I have big thing ahead of me but it seems like I've turned it away.. Fantasy is really magic and the influence is as good as it is extremely real.. You know it's never exist or even gonna be something real but being part of it is always wonderful.. Whenever this thought of annoying reminder telling you that it's just a game of imagination, you would rather turn deaf and blind, struggling to never admit the fact.. The beautiful scene is not alive but the connection is even stronger than what we have with real life..
All these things are actually uncommon for someone who lives life the way he wants.. but for those who live the opposite way, fantasy could be a good site to escape after dealing too much with life.. at least, it curves your lips to smile even though it isn't for a reason of something which is really happening..
If there is a soundtrack for this post, let it be a melancholic tune.. i'm not hit by any big problems or even stumble upon any major events of life but it's just that I don't feel like I'm living with satisfaction... every moment is drowsy.. it's like I'm falling on the sky, without even care whether the ending will be good or bad, just so I know that I'm enjoying the ride which used to be just a vicarious excitement.. my life is rocking slowly as if it is in the mood of relaxation but too much of it is as if you forget all the worry..
there's no other choice but facing what's real, what lies ahead...
