We all dream its how it all starts, just like a dream. This may be an exaggerated quote of a sad heart longing for something but it just fits perfectly in the gap between my mind and reality. What happened to me, when did I switch from a simple life to an overdose of busyness. I used to run and play but now its work to earn, pretty soon will be sleep to dream. I used to write so many thoughts which shined of value but now I am drowning in worthless crap, the pen is coughing ink like sick. Why in hell must I obey the laws of change? And then I wake up and realize its better to be a top sinner than a clean exile. Dont bother to read the next pages of the journal if you are one of those million pairs of eyes who look hard but wonnt realize that they are blind.