Me too, had a dreams. Before, now, and then. A lot.
But none was used as a weapon to misjudged people starring in my dreams. Or used as a ticket for me to behave inappropriately.
Maybe because I know myself. Where I stand. Where my place. I'm not perfect. I'm not maksum.
Mimpi mainan tidur. Gangguan syaitan. Bila mimpi dan realiti dah tak seiring, otak mencipta fantasi. Konon realiti melalui mimpi. Otak yang fragile kemudian memilih untuk percaya pada fantasi. Konon mimpi dan instinct, hint Dia yang bagi.


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