I never understood why boats have to made of paper, and that's the important question.
Hope is perhaps my defence against the future.
I don't want to look down and see how high up I am.
We all know tomorrow will still happen even if we cease to exist.
Now that I write this, I think to myself, I could have literally thought of anything else.
Everyone has their own Mytopia if you think you don't have one think harder.
We might not bend our heads at temples, but keep a mobile phone in the sanctum sanctorum and I’m sure everybody will bow their heads.
At least I am not keeping a countdown anymore.
I am not a sleep lover, but who doesn't love a dream.
Interestingly creativity is such a thing you can never run out of.