My thoughts for the day. Nice to meet you.
When was it that I became disillusioned? When did the wonder in life disappear and the monotony begin? Is this what they call "The Real World?"
When did I stop living and start looking for the meaning of life. When did believing in God become so complicated? Why is it the more I look for the truth the more I get caught up in history and religion? What is faith? Does it mean believing blindly, accepting something without knowledge or fact? Isn't that dangerous? Will I be "saved?" I don't pray anymore.
When did I stop feeling people and start analyzing them? When did loving someone become so hard?
When did I stop loving myself? Why did I stop feeling the music and start thinking about technique? I don't dance anymore. When did I stop doing what I loved because I was afraid others wouldn't love it? I don't sing. I don't draw. I can't cry anymore.
A falling star falling wishes the death of dreams nonexistent, but in the mind of a child.