guess what? i'm falling upsidedown and over you. tumbling all over the place. i'm a bit distracted. sometimes i overreact. it's funny though. because what is life if you can't laugh it off, anyways? it's not right to live life like a fable-or a fake tale. to follow (and interpret) your dreams, it seems is the way to transform from allegory and story to real and raw. i ask myself (again and again), how are you real? i often blink twice, trying unravel you with my eyes.