We live…we love…we dream …we die

“He’s still awake, it’s 3.00 am..he can’t sleep and it’s not love this time…it never been actually… he doesn’t even understand that word…for him it’s just a chemical reaction…it’s like you see…you like…you want…and if you can have it then you suffer or looking for something else to like and to have…but sometimes we dream to have more than  we saw…more than we liked…and then we forget to live…to take care of what we have…he’s upset now…he feels lonely, everything he likes and he wants are far away from him…or are just a dream…somewhere in his mind…it’s quit frustrating…because what he has it’s a lot more than others have…a place to live…a job…people to love him…family, friends…he knows them…he like them…he cares about them…but something is missing…he’s stuck in a place he likes but wants something else…he dreams about things….he dreams that he is in a shop and buys everything he likes…he dreams he’s driving a fast car…he dreams about his 2 levels house, with three bedrooms…a big living room…he’s big couch on front of his TV were he can watch his favourite team playing with his friends or a comedy with his girlfriend…to laugh and then to make love with her everywhere in the house because it’s his place and doesn’t give a shit about his neighbours or anyone else who complains about noises or moral ethics…he dreams about he’s barbeque in the garden…beers…loud music…he dreams about his children playing with him in the same garden…his wife watching them…laughing…they are all happy…he loves them…they love him…he’s awake now…still in the same place…he doesn’t know if he’s still dreaming or is back to his life…or this is the dream and the dream he had is his real life…it’s confusing…he wants to go back to that dream…it’s 3.40 am…fuck…he needs to sleep…he’s working tomorrow    “