When everything/everyone begins to make sense to you, you become like a leaf on the surface of a turbulent water tossed left and right, forward and backward—without a definite direction.

Reality is truer. What you can see is closer to you than you can ever imagine. And fantasising is the root of all depression. Hoping that things that do not exists.

Truth, conformity to reality or actuality. Reality, the state of

Let me set the record straight before I start diving

The way our dreams usually plan the playback is awesome.