We chase dreams because we have to make something of life. We live each day repeatedly,,, every Monday... and the next,, and the one after that.. We have to survive it, plan for it.... make it happen.. so we dream,, we hope and keep believing in our own twisted way.
Demons don't exist , we create them. We nurture them and let them grow. We wake up with the hope of achieving something before we come back to the same bed, or a different one because at that moment we temporarily fill a void somewhere and for a brief moment we are wanted,,,, needed by someone, anyone.
Time passes, time heals , time does everything but never waits nor reserve.... Time wont heal hate that mankind breeds nor offer relief to those in need, time doesn't heal wounds that run deep it merely covers them up with illusions called scars, when you have this they call you a survivor.. apparently you have some sob story to tell.