last evening, i was suddenly gripped by fear of the fragility of life. yet to embrace life, ironically one cannot always remind ourselves how vulnerable we are on this earth for obvious practical reasons. call it paranoia, or whatever you wish, but it was too real to ignore.

so i feel like some of my waking life revolves unheathily around the dreams that come at night. they say dreams are subconscious desires and i think that's going to be an eternal debate.
i think dreams are actually subsconscious closures to our desires.
for some, it may pave out a promise of new beginnings. to me, perhaps it's just saying goodbye to memories.