Awake

The room was as damp as the streets outside, it was dark inside my room.
I slowly pulled up my covers up to my head, refusing to submit to wakening just yet.
The Sandman slowly whispers to me and beckons me still, but I know better, maybe tomorrow my old friend, maybe tomorrow.
I slowly rose out of the warmth of my bed into the cold floor to begin another day.

Dreams they call out to me, beckoning me to taste the sweet and bitter of the unknown.
Tell me more about the future, awaken my eyes to the past. Let me wander some more in my slumber, let me thread through the forbidden paths.
I see but a shadow of my present, something I left way way back. Let me visit those places once again, if not, then let me dream some more.

Notes from within

Life has never been easy, the childish presumptions of the past (well I was indeed a child then) that life was full of fun and games and adventure, there was no need to rationalize or to think but to accept reality as it was...the problems were left to the adults. But for us kids, the world was big, bright and wonderful. I wonder what it feels like to be a child again, as an adult I have tried to preserve the child-like attitude in me, trust...love among other things, were given chances to many. But the world does not like simple things, it does not like the pure or in this case adults with child like sensibilities. It ravages the innocent, robbing and destroying their imagination, taking away the wonder and awe of everything. Here we are, consumed and dictated upon by the world we once thought would cradle us. The innocence dies and the child inside dies.

I wonder what it's like without religion, without it's hypocrisy, without it's false hopes. Life could be much more simplier, there will be no expectations, no blind faith. I often think that I am more of a pessimist rather than an optimist, perhaps I am just a realist, it's simplier that way. What do you think?