At times, don’t you feel that the box that holds your brain will suddenly collapse? Or may be the heart shaped cage that grasps your spirit will suddenly unwind and subside? It’s true that I’m perfectly ordinary with starry eyed thoughts and madly romanticized dreams. I know I’m perfectly screwed up with voiced incorrect words and a freaked out identity. Every morning, the wrinkles of my bed sheet, remind me of blood and sweat in dreams, half seen and half imagined. Curling up with fingers linked, the bland aftertaste of promises and hopes of the night before, unconditioned tresses clouding over half-opened pages of nondescript text-books. Manipulative. Snooty. That’s not who I am. Deep down I’m just a dreamy compromiser...naval studs and pierced eyebrows may still be distant imaginings, but don’t-you-wish-your-girlfriend-dreamed-like-me fantasies do make me smile every now and then. Like the 1st giggles of 1st crushes hidden between pages of fragrant 1st slambooks. Restlessness? Insecurity? Someday I won’t be agitated anymore….Sweaty bed sheets won’t be there to sleep on…. And then. I’ll have your shoulders to dream upon….