Infinite creativity was my gift. Though other burdens plague my brain. These visions stirred mostly by insanity that ebbs and flows with ticking minutes like hammering drums. Reality and these images that rush violently towards my body are two separate things, the mind wanting desperately to be noticed by the body. Ive grown accustomed to these types of things, and have eradicated the fear involved; this dips into my gaming. Horror games have no bite, for what could dance to insanitys beat? I isolate myself because these kinds of pieces of my brain, knowing few could really know what to say. Empathy is a trait I find rather lacking in others. They dont have the emotional depth to comprehend what is directly in front of them, singing their names and caressing their faces. The veil of my own oddity shields those who dont know from the murky, accursed shadows of the ocean that is my thought. I thought myself weird for the longest time, but now I accept the overwhelming evidence presented to myself. Never, ever tell me that I wont understand. For, my ability to understand what can haunt a man goes into personal experience itself, with my own mind the culprit. Too many times have I been shut out because of the misunderstandings a desperate heart and soul shouts to those around it. What star can shine if the night seeks to encapsulate it within its own shadows? Reaching out for help now is so simple, it only takes a tiny bit of effort to send me a message, that is, if you want my type of mind around you.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 06:04:15 +0000
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