It has been now complicated.
It’s not simple as the plots of the novels I have read till now and I can’t anticipate any of them that I will be reading in coming days will have such complications as I see now.
Yes. It’s really complicated. It’s like the waves of the ocean that come and sweep away the beach at a time in a way and the other next time. Can you anticipate the way of the waves? It’s tough. It’s like the shapes of these clumsy dark clouds over your head that change within span of a blink of your eyes. They come just over your head and disappear in no time for no reason.
I love dreaming. I hug the mountains, kiss the jungles, touch the light, breathe the music and walk on the sky in my dreams. I can never imagine myself without these angellic dreams. I will die dreaming life. And the point of complication starts here and I can’t find any solution for this.
Yes, the complication is I am dreaming life for I feel I am dying this very moment.