hay82
Active Member
I have come to the conclusion that life is a dream. You are all part of my dream, figments of my twisted imagination. Everything you say or do is really just something I make you do in my dream.
To die is just to start another dream, if there even is such a thing as dying or is it just something I have made up in my dream?
Love is just me making up a person with qualities of my own that I like.
Hate is displaying the part of myself that I dislike.
You are me.. Think about it.
To die is just to start another dream, if there even is such a thing as dying or is it just something I have made up in my dream?
Love is just me making up a person with qualities of my own that I like.
Hate is displaying the part of myself that I dislike.
You are me.. Think about it.