There are strange ways how life works out. I don't believe in destiny but somehow i like the feeling of complacency that i am entitled to for i believe that things that happen were simply meant to be.
It's easier that way. Seriously.
Every little event, every fight, every tear and every prize is a part of a bigger plan and since i am no one in particular i can simply let it happen.
But the most unnerving are the dreams.
Every dream with some fragment that are etched onto my mind stay there for days driving me absolutely insane till another such dream comes along.
I think of it...keep wondering...imagine how the dream would have been if i had not woken up...and forget that reality still runs around me.
Very few of these dreams have people i know very well...most have people i do not know or know very vaguely.
That is strange. And all i do is think.
Of dark corridors and bus trips that never end or of deaths and lots of tears...and comfort on a shoulder that is not familiar...
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