[the death of a dream]

in my world, dreams die insignificent deaths. i don't like to see them die, i make sure i dun mark the date, cos it just feels sad to remember the date for something sad.

feels sucky to be a victim of fate. reminded of my promise to myself, not to give in to the "bludgeonings of chance".

but dreams have prices too. and so, this dream must go. and as the dreams go one by one, i'm left with those that only concern myself.

cos those are the only ones i can hope to control.

can't help but wonder, what if things worked out differently. what if it never happened. and as the movie "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" asks, what if u could erase your memories?

would i be a better person if i hoped more? if my defences were less uptight? if i expected more from ppl?

nonetheless, farewell to this dream.