The Monkey Mind

reminiscence · Chopin – Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2     "Stop dreaming, and you will have nothing but hands to swipe away your tears..." Dreams are hopes and aspirations we treasure, perhaps more than ourselves. In the quietness of the night when all the living sleep, they come to life. The sub-conscious comes to play in the field of the mind. Without trying, we weave ideas within ideas, the magical universe of dreams, man has so imagined, but could not make it real, is the sanctuary without limit man imposed on the self. Like butterflies, the Deja-vu flashes by amidst the fragrant flowers of memories no more submerged in the depth of mind. Time is irrelevant. Only imagination is. It is the key to unlock the door of impossibility. Beyond their lives only treasured moments. And as we come to the surface of consciousness, we try to grasp that. But that is forgotten as we force the self to immerse itself in the mundane. Forgotten but not forever for they live on when we dream again. D

(PC:  https://www.pinterest.com/pin/509047564113142864/ ) I need you to breath for me "  these words have been engraved in my heart if it so exists. It is a magical word, indeed. Seven words to make you fall in love. Ah.. romantic! "Wo ai ni" Tu es Belle" "Te amo Carino" and so on, they convey or try to what one feels for another. Even the famous quote, I know from Star wars is enough to express connection between any two. Alas we have pretty much used all our vocabulary in different language the expression, yet we still are searching for the perfect words to convey our imperfect feelings. There is a sadness for those who are still searching for the perfection walking lonely in the habitual monologue of life in this blue sphere. We have searched for so long, and it is so precious, and the life we have is nearly to the end, still we have not truly found it, though we believe so die hard we have felt the glimpses of the feeling called love. It is like the