subconscious wills..

the moments..

the shallow heartbeats..

the infrequent blinks of the eyes..

the rolling of his eye balls without a finite focus point..

the drowsy pulse rates..

the blur thoughts..

the sleepy brains..

the beauty of not knowing..

listening to the crowds..

the noises which marks the beginning of the sunny day..

everybody's talking..

but he doesn't want to listen..

what for..

unconsciously he is picking up points and rearranging his thoughts..

everybody has something to say..

everybody plays a different role at every different event or occasions..

it doesn't click..

everybody lives at least a dual life..

everybody brings at least an invisible mask outdoor..

everybody has his or her dirty little secret and a closet full of self-hallucinations or lies..

he says one thing he lives another..

he disguises others to believe he is living in the moment..

but what is that everything he owns?

what is that everything he had and experienced?

the brain's drowning into his ocean floor..

he needs a never-seen-before scene to inspire his drive for more..

it should be a weekend in bed..

and a laptop at the wee hours of the night..

to revisit the paths of the dreams..

the clash of events from both real and unreal worlds..

where is the path taking him?

it doesn't matter..

just move on..

pop he jumps into the pool of water in his mind..

what's next..

what's lying in the subconscious mind that wants so badly to be awaken..