Le Daydream Dweller

1.
It is one of these epilogues again, where the option only has a natural tendency to rave between the humidity and dryness, traumatizing ourselves into a complete state of alienation. The momentarily worried was odd because I used to ignore determinately. All I ever kick up a fuss on was why no one had ever considered summer and autumn in between them. They usually generalize the authentic adaptation of being because there is never a cure for insanity anyway. After all, we just adapt and evade, publishing tales to paint the phase of the world.

2.
She once said that believing in the concept of dreaming is perilous. I denied although it remained unsolved.

3.
I’ve been meaning to analyze the effect of the sedative within self-importance. Certain people, in the eagerness to change the world and built their dreams, committed the fatal error to speak with arrogance and block out the clatters that came rushing in all over them from the street. My earliest intention to speak my mind like that often is usually prefixed by an apology because people hate to be confronted with the accurate portrait of their essence. My state of mind can never really get hold of tranquility and it is only standard for the existence of strict judgementalism. After the countless reads on the method to enhance triumph over learning, I finally realized there are a bench for truth and a bench for silence. In constant need, I learned to ignore.

4.
It started with a glimpse.

5.
“You never know the biggest day of your life is going to be the biggest. The days you think are going to be big ones, they are never as big as you make them out to be in your head. It’s the regular days, the ones that start out normal. Those are the days that end up being the biggest. You never know the biggest day of your life is your biggest day, not until it’s happening. You don’t recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you’re right in the middle of it. The day you commit to something or someone. The day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize there’s not enough time because you want to live forever. Those are the biggest days. The perfect days. You know, it was a beautiful day.” – Izzie Stevens, Greys Anatomy.

I cried so badly with the sudden burst of the sappiness when George got her back. My futurism and remnants soar so vividly these few days, I am deeply rooted.

You can never weep enough with Greys, anyway. It was a beautiful speech.

6.
Temperamental poignant.
Multitude of doubts.

With the 14 weeks of work loomed ahead of me. And other else.

7.
I could never find myself again. That individual 8 years ago. But there will always be a certain knotted fragment of me inside the wanderlust and experience that remain unchanged. Today, I picked up a book, Veronicas Decides to Die because it’s the time of the year again. I loved how the flipside of its blue cover character reminded me to pick up people and lost one that I’ve left behind long time ago, including myself; retrieve a few another awkward remainders of resolutions once upon a time. I am an idea, after all. My basic elation is to revisit the little leftovers. They flawed the malice. They taught me to never be defenseless against choices. I’ve always remembered, it takes courage to embrace.