Sometimes, I hate to dream in sleep. I don't have enough purpose to control what will happen but I sure know the person play on this dream is me and no matter the person what to do, it just reflect what I real anxiety about. If I have one chance , I sure I will give any price to get a security blanket. Even so ... I still not do anything to get this chance, I can't try on other person just for myself ... I don't want to make any wound for me and my friend.
When I was a child, always think about why my parents do this on me? if let me do this I must will ... Now I understand why this. They just want to express their love and their anticipate but without the right way. Just like them, after learning science, language and music so many years, I still not have the way to tell my feeling, thinking, hope to other. Once I believe I have a way to get it, but I find I still not play the real role of myself in the end, there is still a mask on the way. A glasses mask... you can see what after it, but deformed.
Where are you going, young man?
The kingdom of Fairy Tale. To find myself, Avalon, and Excalibur.