Wondrous Life of a Dreamer

I have this mind that talks too much at night and get silent when I reach out in the morning. Some people deal with that everyday. They get really deep at night and have this wild imagination scrambling across their pillow. They have this lucid dream , and when they wake up, their energy was drained. Insecurities about their future mostly landed at night, but at the same time, best ideas comes when they reach their beds, tuck their pillow, hoping to have a good night sleep, but ended up looking at the ceiling with eyes wide open.  Those things, happened to me. In my experience, night time is when my brain is fully awake, but my body feels like shit. I am not a morning person. When I woke up, I feel like shit all over again. It started when I was probably (yes, probably) reach my university years. I moved out from my house and rent a room near my university and started a life which was free and exciting. Studying architecture was the most challenging and exciting which brought ...

it seems endless.... this is not a story this is only a mind who speaks everytime, whenever it wants sometimes I can't catch the train inside my head it keeps moving so fast I can't even make it stop than the thoughts flows to my mouth as it come out to be a puzzle I cannot solve it is chaosness inside my head inside my brain inside my soul inside my solitary room I have a room of my own a space which only mind able to conceive a space inside my heart beating slower than my mind can count every tempo of my life life is a memory too much memory in just one mind another chaos comes, but never goes it stays they never understand I thought one could but leave me in an unknown emptiness without explanation leave me I've never felt so alone alone in a running mind it used to be fixed with only words but now, it back to a normal chaos hey, its just another chaos everybody has it in their own house of mind yes it is just another play for ...