My non reality

you are not real....

I whisper to myself

you are the fantasy

concieved by me

born of my dreams

far away

from the winds of the real world

that makes them

cold

stone

real

you are the warmth

that fills my heart

in times of strife

the light

at the end of the dark tunnel

how can you be real

donot be

cold

stone

real

Moments

Cant sleep......... someone is playing a song. I cant hear the words clearly but I like the music. Somehow a serenity is enveloping my being. Its ok, if I cant sleep....I do not want to. At his point of time .... its like the time is standing still. There is a pleasant emptiness in the head and I do not want to decipher it.....just let it be the way it is...vague....timeless.....calm.

Is this the end or the beginning of something?

Well, it is Saturday night!