man in the fridge

there is nothing to find in an empty chest. no treasures, no memories, not even dust, empty….all empty. but for its fame, it is still searched for, cared, and guarded as if it is valuable. the essence of its history is nothing but a triumph to whoever would inherit it.

most of the time this is how life is. searching and fighting for nothing but empty dreams, hoping to get the acclaim for being a victorious over empty chest. the saddest part of it, is when all time are wasted to get that chest, only to find out that there is nothing to it.

we give up simple dreams to acquire the dreams which we thought would hold us up to what we call success, not knowing that the simple things are success by its own rites.

darkmau

MALAYA!

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