He lived in his dreams. The only place where he could create his own reality. It was so vivid as though it was true. He would take stories that happened to him in the so called real world and fix them to work how he wanted. In his dreams he was the director, apart from all external factors. He couldn't wait to go to sleep every night to continue writing and living his stories. He walked amongst the living, yet he lived in his dreams..
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Life
Life is interesting..
You meet people, or is it people that meet you then you move on
It's funny how people think they know you after months or even years
You can only know what the person selects to share with you
Being selective can make you look bad
But it doesn't matter as long as you're selecting those who lift you up rather than those who drag you down to their level of thinking
It all comes down to sharing the same thoughts, based on different experiences
That's how we evolve as humans
I don't regret any decisions I've made in my life
They made me the person I am today. Thanks to those I'm still in touch with. And so long to those I chose to walk away from..
Moe Bash
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Random airplane thoughts
An old lady reading a book called "in the name of love" on an airplane, does this mean she believes in love? Maybe even still in the search of it.. I'll be damned thinking its that easy to find a person you love who'd love you back. The funniest part is there are those who can fall in love over and over again no matter how many times they get hurt, by their own hands doing. And there are those who cannot love anyone at all, saying they didn't "feel it". What if they don't even know what "it feels" like? I think humans need genetic engineering to fix their emotional problems and combine both who love everyone with those who cannot love. Resulting in a normal being.. That would at some point kill itself.
Moe Bash
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