WELLTHEN

okay so this post will basically contain my experiences from back in chicago


Ode to the Lovely Dream
The dull gray life I live is so much more exciting with the non-real twist of my imagination. I wait the whole day just to sleep so I can have the perfect dream. Whether it is on the beach with an unimaginably attractive person, or throwing eggs at Canadian police with my best friend from Chicago, nothing is better than being in a dream. Life is wild, dangerous, and irreversible, it can’t be changed or simply imagined and every second the clock is ticking. In a dream time can stand so still, like a picture, that when u wake up you could have dreaming a life time full of all the things u desire most. Cruel is how the cold eyes of life look at me but in my dreams all the eyes that stare are warm and kind. Too bad we can’t imagine life of life would be a dream.

ode to the chicago species

The quiet fishy little town on the bay called alameda isn’t the worst place but certainly isn’t the best, but a little place with big dreams, strives on the lively people, Chicago. The leopard print heel clicks on the pavement, the sophisticated sips of Starbucks Cappuccino, sounds of the city transit and chattering of friends and black suite business men. Nothing can get a person excited like the huge shining reflective peanut, or the tall Willis Tower that everyone still calls the Sears Tower. Amongst all the wonderful sites the most breath taking place and most likely to catch an eye is the Buckingham Fountain with many bright lights in the mesmerizing evenings. The newest jazz player, guitarist or even pianist, fresh as baby’s breath, on some occasions stand at the corner to play with love for their beloved city, and also bit of spare change. Everyone seems to have that sense of fashion, the glamour, the beauty, what the top fashionistas call the “it” factor. At last though, my day dream is over and I am back to listening to the 6 year old kid next door crying obnoxiously loud for about 6 hours a day, as well as the smell of fish.Oh how the difference between alameda and Chicago.