Dimension number?
Which ever number you're in, I will never be there.
Nothing beats this sentence, "zhen zhen jia jia, jia jia zhen zhen" for this week.
Nothing seems to be real.
Nothing seems to be fake.
Nothing, totally nothing.
Reality or just a pawn to other's desires.
Is it a show or a play or maybe, a ruse?
Go on or to return to a point of no return?
Maybe, heading back to the shell would be the best.
Till Im ready for more storms and rain.
But, can I really return to the shell of mine?