Indistinct chatters. Empty eyes. Each his own.
Ours is the world full of uncertainties. We live today. Die tomorrow. We know nothing about what this day brings.
We dream today. Forget about it tomorrow. All we hope is a helping hand. Yet we keep on pushing those who care about us.
I want to become a lawyer tomorrow or forget about it the next day. Or maybe, just maybe. We are but a morsel in this enormous world.
We own nothing but our dreams. Dreams that one day we wake up in the hope that we have someone who will also dream with us. Someone who will chase dreams with us. No more solo chasing.