The perfection of creation

I was thinking about how can be the perfect in the reality rather than the dreamworld. The answer is none, just no reason why is none but it's just none.
The things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do and i'd gladly hit the road get up and go if i knew. But it's just none. Sometime i feel full of regreat for all the things that i have done and said, sometme i wonder if i can disappear. However i dont think i know how to go slower than it should be. The lesson from the dream always is dream. I wonder why someone can think about the dead sits beside him/her at all time, even you just over 20.

I will leave the house and go to library, return and continue some books about teaching design. Speand time to flow and blow the brain into the river of knowledge.

god saves the queen