Truth, Fallacy, 2 faces to a dime. yet i often lie on the edge of all, in between all the truth and lies that seem to veil the world up in. how truthful can someone be to a fren? and on what basis does this "truth" hold true, and for how long? What makes a man? what makes dreams come true? what makes reality? all these may seem like ramblings by me, but hold true to what i might say.....

Man
Man is fallable, man errs. that is the right that man has. man is often alone, seperated from the other half, unable to feel complete. thus man seeks for a kind of fulfilment, one which can be physical, or mental. some call the physical type, love (though it's mental too (*emotions are mental thoughts)), seeking for a lover to embrace, to be there. and mental ones would be called dreams. in which man can think of anything that is unable to be achieved by normal means, and yet, nothing is done.

Dreams
dreams, often linked to the way a man can lose sight to the reality that surrounds him. some ppl can juz sink deeper into the false world that has been conjured up from within himself. often unable to escape from the dreams that has become a part of the reality. the mental torture builds up. some find pleasure in inflicting such mental torture to themselves, so much that it devours their souls, and hence making them lose themselves in this real world.

Reality
Reality hits hard like an egg upon stone. no matter how beautiful dreams may be, no matter how painful a dream can be. dreams alwiz end. reality has a cruel way of making a person awaken from a sleepless dream, it either deals a physical blow (some case ends up in a fight), or an emotional torment (i wouldn't go there if i were u). no one escapes from reality long enuf to realise reality has never left him.

and so, just thinking it thru these things that i have just typed.... i realised i have been a man who is living in a reality based upon my dreams. i have never really tried to live in the real world. perhaps, now is a time when i can. all in all, at least i am true to my frens, ppl whom i can really place my trust upon. just that i can't be true to myself. what is wrong with me? i'm truely an oxymoron, an optimistic (to frens) pessimist(ic to myself).