The Breach in ( My ) Sanity

Sometime, I woke up with such vivid dreams. Most dreams involving people from the past. I just don't know why my conscience choose to succumb to their request to be featured in my private space. Some people is so dear to my soul but let's face it, the past IS the past and I am living in the NOW and neither of their appearances seemed appropriate to the kind of live I'm trying to maintain. This leaves me exhausted and frustrated beyond control and so lost the joy of a day. If only I could dictate my subconscious on what or what not to dream I think I will have greater days.

The only hope that I have is that by persisting on living live oblivious to any sentimental moment will make me feel better and to love every chance of being at the moment will keep me moving on. Okay, a cup of coffee or two will be nice and greatly welcome as I do realize that I am never a morning person. So add that to the sentimental, melancholy inducing dreams and you get the picture of the start of my day. Not that I should complain to my relatively leisure life, I just hope to a lot more productive as I feel so lost in my depth.
This time I just wrote to complain the side effects of reading the romance of Grey and Steele and maybe I should stop read them over and over so I will not lost in their own accord. Wish me luck, people!