I’ve been looking for the reason to believe.

In the past, I gave myself thousands of reason to trust, to believe
in the end, even myself is so confused what I’m doing.

The sadest thing is I couldn’t wake up from the dream; even though
in the real life, I’ve already known the reality well.
I still choosed to believe, but actually I turned to became not be able to believe anything.

Living in this paradox; couldn’t be more twisted.

Then finally I found it would be better to live in the little world existing in my mind.

As long as I wouldn’t feel restless, as long as I feel peaceful, as long as I knew me would be with me forever, as long as I could feel the heat from my heart granting me there’s a true heart, aslong as there’s a me would always try to understand me, then there’s reason to trsut and believe, and then be strong enough to fight, to live.

It would be too sad.
If you don’t have at least one thing to believe or trust.
If you coldn’t even find a reason worth all your efforts.