My mind is wandering again. My mouth is wide open and my face was blank. With a stirred emotion of vanity and unfulfilled wishes, I never stopped to think things of thin air.
I am now again living in my own self-created castle that is floating in the clouds- a castle that doesn't exist and I fear I would grow old just imagining such utopia. I couldn't remember when this stuff had started but one thing I know is the cause(I'm not really sure of it), and it was the hallucinating drug called cannibol. It's a mid-altering substance that once drove me crazy.
I am a daydreamer before but such was only minimal but it was made serious by smoking pot.
Ha Ha Ha ! A fantasy land yeah!, aland with hils covered with fine grass with growing wild flowers and many multi-colored butterflies with me running down the slopes? NO, that's not the fantasy land i was trying to convey but it's some kind of a vain ambition. A product of an effortless endeavor. A fruit of idleness or a nonsense desire of some unattainable thing of some sort.
I couldn't ascertain what that was but I do know it exist and therefore it's true. But one thing is true and correct. and that was I Never would I remember such fantasy making neither would a trace or remnant of such would be left in my mind nor my subsconcious. Such fantasy land would surely vanish in an oblivion but daydreaming would always be hot on my heels and would be always knocking at my doorsteps.
And as a remedy for me, I should run non-stop the race of life. I know I could outrun these parasites and self-sabotaging mental stuffs so just keep running ahead then.
Ready, Get, Set, Go! (run)
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