On Dreaming .1

The only thing worse than the unexpected is the expected. The same sprinkling of stars, the same efforts, the same faces. Death. Stillness of the soul. Gathering green dust. True madness - allowing madness to continue. And the ultimate lie - that if it sucks now, keep at it, and it will get better. No. If it sucks, get out. If you are bored, become engaged.  Move, move on. Chase your soul - never catch it. Be like an ocean, not a lake. Crash. Explode. Fall like falling stars do, so boldly, so brilliantly, that others will look up to you.