Radio silence

Life only means something when it’s shared. Don’t believe in anyone who tells you the otherwise.

What happens if you hold on to a dream for too long? Does it become a part of your life? Would it become so immerse that it encapsulates you and your whole connection to this world?

What would you do if you suddenly wake up? What would happen if you find yourself in the middle of a nightmare with no conceivable way of escaping? How long does it take to make you go crazy? What would you hold on to, if everything slips away? 

Going into the unknown. Disconnecting from literally everybody you know. How would it be if you felt an intimate connection to someone? Every night when you go to bed, you’d feel safe. Everyday when you woke up, you’d feel saved. Wouldn’t you take every path that you’d know that will end up home? Wouldn’t life be easier? How long can you walk in darkness leading nowhere? How can you run from your own thoughts?

How do you scream radio-silent? We’ll see my friend. When this ends, everything will be different. Life is meant to be shared, and I think it’s time to start a new life. This is the last battle, the final boss.

See you next year.