wake & dream

All men dream: but not equally.

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dream with open eyes, to make it a possible reality.

bring me to life

how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb

without a soul...
my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

wake me up inside (I can’t wake up)
call my name and save me from the dark
bid my blood to run
before I come undone
save me from the nothing I’ve become

now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

i've been living a lie
there's nothing inside
frozen inside without your touch
without your love darling
only you are the life among the dead

all this time i can't believe i couldn't see
kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything

without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

my new tattoo

This is the result of one hour of whinging and cringing in pain lying face down burying my face on the 'operation bed'. This is pain that i have never felt before. I have thought about this kinda pain for long. I have felt it in my heart all these years and now it is finally sorta materialised on my skin. And i proudly declare that this newly-discovered threshold of pain is what i will possess, and be able to use for the rest of my life, for other painful events.