#123.

Day 5. My dreams.

Dear, subliminal thoughts that cloud my head most nights.
I know you are a figure of my imagination and a combination of all things I've witnessed in my short, insignificant life. But I am grateful to you, for without you, I'd most probably go insane. You put my hopes, my wants and my realities first majority of times. And although I rarely remember a thing about you in the morning, I know that if I haven't woken up crying my eyes out, that you've been pretty good to me.
You bring with you a sense of nostalgia every night you care to pay me a visit, all the little memories of my childhood, everything I cherish most. Save the times when you're fucked up, as if I went to bed coked up, you don't ever step out of line. This was pretty much just a pointless ramble, so I'll shut the fuck up now.
Love, your solid vessel, Tien.

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Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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