Insanity seems to be the texture of my logic and words to others, I knew that perception for sometime now, I also knew that I could not ignore the calls of my mind, the calls to dig on deeper, to see and feel beyond just simple colors and defined shapes. I have realized that I will not put off the roaring fires of long answerless questions, those fires fuel me, fuel what I 'm, and give me that edge that drives me to be all I can be. I shall not simplify my actions nor thoughts for others, that is not why I exist, but I would try to reveal the logic behind 'em, that is my way to build bridges instead of burning 'em.
It's the saddest truth of all, not being able to convey one's thoughts as sound as they formulate into one's brain. These thoughts are all what one could share with the world, and without those, a human can pass on by the lives of others without touching them through out the years. Without that ability, one's purpose is simply gone, and one's life is perceived as meaningless. It's the most heavy of burdens -that I do not wish for anyone to endure- to lose the all common logic grounds with others and dealing with the frustrations that comes with it.
I 'm one, I know that much, and as consequence, that burden is mine to carry. I do not regret the path I walked to reach this point, the point of no-return, there is a reason for me to become what I became. I simply wish for the rest of world to at least, understand that their way is not the only one, there are many others, granted that they include factors of the unknown and risks of great failures, but none-the-less they do exist.
As far as conveying thoughts go, I've been trying to make clear the thought that transformed me from an average-Joe to a man with a unique identity. I know most of us need firm grounds to stand upon, rules to abide by, it comes within our nature since we live on physical ground, but have you ever took a minute or two into posing the question “What if?”, eliminating the possibility a reasonable doubt, proving to yourself that these rules are sound; allow me to go a bit further and ask : what if those rules are made to support the illusion of a life, what if the solid ground we stand upon is really not there? And thus, my world beyond the world was formed, upon concepts and perceptions conceived within those moments. I don't wish for you to follow my path, the only that could have walked it is me, but I beg of you to try and find your calling and your land of peace.
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