All those ships on the horizon
Their wooden bodies
Like ancient living creatures
The sea in glorious waves
That sounded like drums
But now I see
The ships were only clouds
The sea was just the sky
And I was not awaken
But dreaming
Again



So we are in this travel...Taken from place to place, from a time to another. Some days seem to disappear from our minds. They are like the sensation of cold when you walk outdoor under a fucking burning sunny day. You just can't remember how it was. In the other hand we have these haunting memories of happy and pleasant moments. Like ghosts they rise and then vanish away again. The strange thing is the fact that we are incapable to know or see what kind of day today ( or yesterday or tomorrow ) will be to us in the future. A memory to keep or a thing to forget? Well, one thing I know : somethings just ask to be forgotten, but that are the ones we can't ignore...
Sometimes I think everyone should find a way to escape from reality and somehow try to express for a moment another vision, a personal vision of the things. My reality is not your reality. So, why should we see things the same way ? When you keep individuality and personality it means you keep strength...Maybe a distorted vision is only a personal vision and a way to keep some sanity through this madness...To express this other side is to escape from the real existence. "There is no stronger drug than reality"Copyright © 2008 Opaque Destination | Design by Styleshout, Template Blogger by Blog and Web