Dreamers

It started out just like that. 

The bed, the wardrobe, the books- all scattered and piled up on one another. Each suffocating badly in that depressive place that they are in, or at least where they think they are supposed to be. And I am not shocked to say that,

THEY ARE STRUGGLING.

Inanimate objects you assume them to be. Well, I dearly sympathise you fellow beings out there who were all once, gifted with perfectly functioning intelligence which, ALAS have been mercilessly twisted, straighten and  flatten just like a wet clothe being dried in a laundry somewhere in the green fields of  Netherlands. All disciplined BY HAND to only function and think like how the world wants us to think-no more, no less. So, I guess you could say that it would make you no different from

ROBOTS

Moving on, for those of you out there who still possess your inner childishness and marvellous imaginations, let us now resume to our peculiar observation of the things we so often take for granted, never the less forgotten why they were even there in the first place.

So back to our story, the clothes, the books and the many countless objects on the bed- it is to my utmost distress to announce that our fellow sufferers are still wondering aimlessly in pitch black hopelessness, desperately trying to climbing up and out of their supposed state of confusion and darkness in exchange for some fresh air.                   

                       

Fresh air...

       Aren’t they just a mirror image of us, fellow human beings?

             Deny it all you want.

                     This is after all, an INEVITABLE TRUTH

Welcome to the real world, my friends. 

The idea of breaking away from all the countless invisibly strong chains that ties them down, the innermost rebellion against countless obstacles and boundaries set by the structure of their supposed to be ‘place of accommodation’, by the specific, rigid posture its’ owner places it, and most of all, to function and only function in that exact same routine for the tens and hundreds of days to come. You have to admit, it is a harsh environment to find your own footing, to build your identity, to find strength, a glimpse of hope and also, courage to stand up and face it all....all for

‘THE DREAM’