THE LOSS

I used to have all these make beliefs inside my head. Each had different faces which were representation of what I was feeling at different times.I can still remember some of their names. Rib Bib, Revolution Chile, R, Pedjoang, Morpheus,The Human Error and lots more .I used to wear those masks on different occasions according to my feelings or what I was going to do. Never was there a time that I was feeling down or out. I used to manipulate my feelings with each "make belief" until I forgot about reality. When I woke back up from that dream, all the harsh facts about the reality that I had to face was gone. It was so easy. I used to only snap my fingers to get in and out of those dimensions.

I guess reality is a mere countdown of the ticking time. The more things I need in reality, the faster time ticks and the more I become immune to the sometime harsh realities of life. I have never liked realities.They are always things that I need to do. Need to have. Need to look for. Need this. Need that. These realities slowly consume my make beliefs and though i can still remember their names, the chances of resurrecting them back seem remote. I have tried.


"Pedjoang and Rib Bib" - ( a sketch from my early journal )