The shaw shank redemption

hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

a better reality

Imagine how the world would be if I believed in me
Imagine how the world would be if I became what I'm supposed to be
Imagine how the world would be if I found where I belong
Imagine how the world would be if I could see what is beyond
Imagine how the world would be if the 2 words" so what" haunted me .

Glass sculptures

Glass sculptures shattering all around by cold hatchets , turning it into haze.
In a world so cruel, there is no place for them , wether they are broken or turned into tin.
cold steel robots moving in firm clues , passing by the sculptures , exclaiming you are so smooth.
Escapist they are with no escapism to reach, they don't know where they are, feeling so unreal.
screaming easy on me , don't you scratch , please I will be smashed.
Transparent ,getting darker but also becoming smarter, glass is to shine and glow not to be smeared with glue.
Shattered glass is sharp can cause you harm, like crystals they shine but you don't know what is behind.
They live in their world only breathing your air, if you awaken them, it's your responsibility to be fair.
Glossy, glaring,glazing they are but deep down you will never know what they are .

shattered into two

Somewhere between reality and dreams, stuck in the middle.
looking for the ultimate question, seeking the absolute answer,chasing an unknown desire,asking for the impossible request,haunted by a forbidden wish .
Dead in reality, killed by my sin, sent to heaven in my dreams, brought back to life against my will . In a face to face war with enemies I picked , a white flag marked my heart, Is it my end ??I have a life time to decide ...

superman

Can you read my mind? Do you know what it is that you do to me?
I don't know who you are. Just a friend from another star.
Here I am, like a kid out of school. Holding hands with a god. I'm a fool.
Will you look at me? Quivering. Like a little girl, shivering. You can see right through me.
Can you read my mind? Can you picture the things I'm thinking of? Wondering why you are... all the wonderful things you are.
You can fly. You belong in the sky. You and I... could belong to each other.
If you need a friend... I'm the one to fly to. If you need to be loved... here I am. Read my mind.

Adapt , Do you have another choice ?

If you waked up in a different place at a different time , does that make you a different person?

If your whole memory was erased , does that make you a new person ?

Is it true that there is such a thing as starting over ?

They say our identities are formed by our past experiences ,therefore we can't run from our past,it's who we are. past will always hunt us, no matter how far we go or how far we are willing to go and so we finally give up and go through the process of adapting, hoping that one day we will just wake up and find all the memories we fear have disappeared .

death may seems to be the only relief but we hang on out of our curiosity and the hope that tomorrow would be better than our now .

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Alexander pope

Autumn in new york

"In the real world, there're only two kinds of love stories. Boy loses girl and girl loses boy.That's all there is. Somebody always gets left behind."