sometimes a fantasy...

The fantasy is simple. Pleasure is good, and twice as much pleasure is better. That pain is bad, and no pain is better. But the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something, and there's only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomach ache. And maybe that's okay. Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams.But every now and then some other kind of fantasy slips in. Most of our fantasies resolve when we wake, vanished to the back of our mind, but sometimes we're sure if we try hard enough -- we can live the dream.

let the truth sting.

The truth is painful. Deep down, nobody wants to hear it, especially when it hits close to home. Sometimes we tell the truth because the truth is all we have to give. Sometimes we tell the truth because we need to say it out loud to hear it for ourselves. And sometimes we tell the truth because we just can't help ourselves. Sometimes, we tell them because we owe them at least that much.The truth is hard. The truth is awkward and very often the truth hurts. I mean, people think they want the truth. But do they really?

me & my little brain.

shut it off my little brain...let it go...don't let the black tangled heart fool you my little brain...you had enough...you need a rest my little brain...don't look back no more...the time will passes by my little brain...the wound will heal...yes,its hurt a lot my little brain...you always has me to comfort you and i have you...no,we don't need our beating heart right now my little brain...she's away...she's in a deep sleep...don't wake her up my little brain...let her be...she's happy...and we should too...sleep now my little brain...shut it off...shut it ALL off...