Thursday, March 06, 2008
The best way to wake up is not after a good night of sleep, but after a perfect dream, so perfect that you smile even when you can’t remember what it was about. At times like that, I cease to fear death a little, because uncertainty can be beautiful. Perhaps when we walk towards the mystery in the end, the feeling is like that, so serene, so forgettable, that life itself diminish in comparison, then death arrives.
But I still don’t want to die lah.
its just me.
1:40 AM
