i kid, sometimes. and when the world turns blue, the persona that exist in the deepest chambers of my assumed "self" displays an enthusiasm of, well, also being blue. the human tendency. the catch22 inevitable. and as some would see it, riding the waves of a blue-color faceted life. but then again, i kid.

translation: seeking the rewards of sincerity is the most demanding conviction. a person (like me) is open to the myriads of opportunities. but even the intensity of such fate cannot put me to a corner and let time do its job of making humans waste the already wasted moment. stop and there shall be a crash. move and risks come from different directions. the tell-tale hiatus is doing a good job of keeping us from the best gratifications a person can possibly have: contemplation.

bottomline: there is no bottomline. we play like bottom ends.

it is the very nature of man to live with dreams, but dreams are meant to be realized. we are born to dream, yet we live not because of those, but because we have in us to put them into reality. without any effort to do so, we live like lemons - the bittersweet monotony.

like other people, i try to live inside a bubble - where everything is imaginable but not true, fulfilling but empty, rewarding yet not quite enough. i've had this realization more than often, yet i can't seem to go away from it. until this very day.

or maybe not. you see, we live behind covers, and masks, and tell-tales. and as this bubble crosses my path and clouds my conscious self, i remain a bubblehead. and as realizations come into place, so is myself. yet, it works in a cycle. and the more i talk about it, the more it puts me into it. the bubblehead never wins.