Let's play pretend.

Have you ever had one of those dreams, such a dream that felt so realistic, so natural, in such a way that it didn't even feel like a dream anymore?

You wouldn't even begin to realise that it was a dream in the first place. It would never occur to you, to grasp that single-handed idea that you were, in actual fact, dreaming. Being given the ability to perceive every single emotion, touch, thought so well that it feels exactly like being awake in reality. It's scary though, to wake up from such a dream, having to gradually comprehend that it was just a dream. Lying in bed, going through and remembering those distinct emotions, that specific touch and this exact feeling. The feeling of being cut, of blood flowing through your veins and running down your arms. Waking up to find your heart beating so fast that you could hardly breathe.

Yeah, it's sorta feels like shit. But kinda cool at the same time.

Sick of dancing with the beast.

Exams, I mean you.

We scribble in lines of successions.

Simply divine, aren't they?

All the work of Photoshop I have to admit. Nah I joke, I don't even have photoshop to begin with. They're more beautiful in real life, really.

The top one goes by the name of Kimberly. She tumblrs horrendously much. Her photos consist of mostly fashion and style. Just dreadful. Look, here's proof, The Vintage Scape. And the middle answers to Timur. She blogs about photography too. Fashion photography to be precise. An atrocious art I tell you. Evidence, Mod Disposition. The last one pretends her name is Alison. Don't be fooled. I've made no mistake, her picture really is there. It's just that she's so white, your corneas can't reflect her rays. She has a private blog. You can't read it because her posts are as frightful as a lion.

And that is why they are my absolute best friends. No shit.

Run with the lions, and you will live.

Look, a picture of an escalator. Could you tell?

Only the old moon would shine on serenely

Lipstick marks won't break my heart.

Happy thoughts that start with the letter T;

Taboo

Trolleys

Trampoline

Trees

Trumpets

Tandoori

Taliban (Prasad!)

Tango

Thesaurus

Tomatoes

Trailers

Trivia

Tudors

aaand Timur.

:)

Cigarettes for you, sir?

Till the smithereens are in smithereens.

Who swims for the sole purpose of taking pool shots? Certainly not Timur and I.

Who has hilarious love quarrels? By no means Nik and Timur.

Who plays Pictionary at La Bodega Lounge from 11 to 2 in the morning? Neither Bow, Kim, Tim, Nik or I would do such a thing.

Who has a nosebleed in the midst of a Pictionary game? Definitely not Bow.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night at a sleepover to move to the living room couch for better sleep? Not me.

Who treats her boyfriend's jersey like a puppy? Never in the world Timur.

Who laughed hysterically when she couldn't find the jersey? Absolutely not Kim or I.

Who hid the jersey in the first place? Oh yeah that was Kim and I.

A prisoner's song unsung.

I asked Timur a question today, what she sees Kim and I doing in the future. Why I would ask her such a question is simple enough, she's one of the most comtemplative and pensive person I've met. She looked at Kim, and said that she sees her in an early marriage, while Kim responded with a single noun, "Bitch." We laughed, then it was my turn, and nothing. Because she couldn't answer.

Truth is, I didn't know either. I never know. I'm stubborn, fickle-minded, unaware, and childish. Occasionally, I consider several options for my future but in the end, I possess nothing. I possess nothing but fear. Nothing but fear to guide me the way. I pretend to grasp knowledge I cannot begin to apprehend. I pretend to be certain of what lies ahead. But I don't. I foolishly attempted to weave an illusion to deceit myself, and it is unfolding. So rapidly it haunts the edges of my mind, constantly reminding me that in the future, I will have no one but myself to blame.