sometimes in my dreams, i recall those childhood days, when i used to run around school and laugh as if the teachers never existed. and then within moments i'll be on the 45 minute bus ride home, the smile on my face slowly fading away. eventually when i reach home, i blank out at the thought of the sparta training that was to be.

wasnt it a dream? why did it have the aftertaste of a nightmare?

no words can describe the fear i had being home back then.

with you, in spirits.

be positive, for bad things can make everything else seem like a good thing.

and be positive, for hope is the spark which banishes the darkness.

so be positive, for the people on the other side of the rainbow, who cannot see that which separates u from them.