All that I get is an empty world Nothing is better than sleep, because the dreams could be more exciting than real life and I wonder why we can't live another reality where my exhausting brain has no limits and flows away in mysteries. I hope that all be alright in the end, no regrets, no losing causes, no fear. I tried to do my best but sometimes it doesn't work and when that happen I have this, a piece of website, megabyte, internet, and one of this machine that seems books, anyway, just a piece of crap where I write things that anybody cares. At the same time I can't complain, it's my fault I wanted this and I consume in my blog when there's no one to talk, its late and so much people could be like me, feeling alone, sad, maybe angry... Everybody need be listen us and for all these screaming in all the screens, where we find our shields. I ask us that let it go, free yourself and enjoy every single moment asleep in that dream that will never ends.
