Close My Eyes For Better Days

Out of all the anger, frustration and disappointment lately, just feel like watching a heart-warming love story on big screen (again, the foolishness of liking to be fooled and disillusioned). Why should we not live a beautiful love story in real life when you can fabricate all things pretty in an alternate world of fantasy and images, which is never close to real after all. But real love in real life is never as simple as being portrayed in the make believe world of empty promises. Why should there be expectation, why should there be commitments and responsibilities, why should there be obligations, why can't it be just doing it out of love, out of pure care and genuine concern for the other person? Why should it be told, why should it be requested, why should it be asked? Tired, exhausted, disappointed, fatigue and utterly speechless all rolled into one big balloon of questionable doubt, are all these still worth while after all these years? Who am I doing this for and why I am doing this again? Let's get onto the hot air balloon of wishful thinking and just float away, far far away, into the land of no return, away from all these meaningless expectations...away, away, away, away, away, away from it all, away from mySELF, away, just go, go, go away...that's all I need, that's all I want, that's all, that's just all. Too much? Never...