Oscar Wilde is a WILDman....

"The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast."
-- “Lord Arthur Savile's Crime”

--->>>> this is my playground, the world has become my playground. this is exceptionally true since i am not taking things seriously.
relationships scares me....being single is a pure and crystallized form of disaster and i am stuck in it forever ( hmmm ....as what i perceive)
this is my tragic comedy and i am the jester, playing wit fully as if the king was never there to see what I'm doing...

"It is perfectly monstrous the way people go about, nowadays, saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true."
-- “The Picture of Dorian Gray”

------>>>>> is it really hard to tell the other person the truth?
why pretend? are we masking the reality?
honesty has always been there? but the word itself is despised by the people who doesn't want to accept the truth? why back stab?
would talking behind people's back an accomplishment? ...
why is this an open- ended question?

this are senseless thoughts... my ethereal madness... my world....

mood for the day:

can't sleep so I'm feeling cranky today....