Set adrift on memory bliss.

That we live only in the mind. Our thoughts are our own. Hiding from every cursory glance. Tweaked when we are caught unawares. Wondering with solitude. Friends and friendless all at the same time. Knowing our friends through their blogs, their emotional turmoil through some random web pages, and never asking what went wrong? Just swiftly taking off like we have no obligation. What a shame for those who live for others. Those who laugh at the thought of sacrifice. Those who have wrung their hands in the most innocent of places, and never really received any love. All in the hope, we just smile. We're really chasing cars. Playing trainspotting. Chasing those we know are further away. Falling for those who don't really care. If only they knew how much love there really is in this world. Of the life of bees. Of the secrets that we harbour. Of how we keep ourselves safe from the outside world. We simply realise that life is actually on the downhill, we speak as 80 year olds. Contemplating, when we really should be out there. Exploring. Caught up in this web of oblivion, that it stretches to the horizon. Sometimes sharing is an outlet, but how much do we really mean. How much of it is just letting out. If we knew that Santa's lap was a confession house, wouldn't we just sit there talking about our sins as he comforted us. But alas, that's not how the story ends. We have to face this big bad world. Living amidst uncertainty, living amidst fake ideas. living amidst facades, living amidst ghosts, living amidst unreal circumstances...living amidst an illusion. All our thoughts, every one of them make us go out and experience the real deal of this life. Either you take the hand or you let it go. Everyone's watching. They'll get an update. Finally, everyone's just telling a story. They are here to do just that. Chronicle your life's events like old people sitting on the bench wading through nostalgia. If you didn't take a chance right now, what would you call your life? An empty heaven. Sometimes, all you need is to be discreet. Sometimes all you need is to hide. From the eyes who know too much. Sometimes you need to gab a little less. Sometimes, all you need is to be a little watchful. The premise of understanding lies with the most closest of individuals. To get your guard up again, and not forget what territory you're really on. We get carried away. But even before we leave our conscience searching for us, we better stop flying. And come back into this real world. It's here we are. We, those who are supposed to vote, make a difference.Stop a rape. Make someone feel comfortable. We the altruists of the world. We, need to walk in the shadows, and make sure everything is ok. But in that process, we can't afford to get hurt. But hey, who'd know right? even if we did.