The Mute Diary of Perfect Insanity
For Every Action there is an Equal and Opposite Reaction: Closed Eyes become Open Thoughts
First there is kaleidoscopic darkness. Shapes and colors apparate from the nothing. Walls become grass which in turn becomes a void. Too crowded to be labeled as empty. Shrouded in ignorance as I escape, denial and release. People are insignificant, the uniformity of humanity is simply an entrancing masquerade.
Soar.
My eyes open.
I suppose school is the closest thing to chaining the mute soul. However, I no longer care about the thoughts of others. The stupidity that has turned the globe into a smoky realm is the same mindset that judges the different. The ones that reject outcasts for a common uniqueness.
I no longer care.
Outcast from the outcasts, and fading back into the torrential ocean of thoughts. First an incredible phobia, then confusion, releif. Leaving.
I.
Dont.
Care.
and it feels great
Soar.
My eyes open.
I suppose school is the closest thing to chaining the mute soul. However, I no longer care about the thoughts of others. The stupidity that has turned the globe into a smoky realm is the same mindset that judges the different. The ones that reject outcasts for a common uniqueness.
I no longer care.
Outcast from the outcasts, and fading back into the torrential ocean of thoughts. First an incredible phobia, then confusion, releif. Leaving.
I.
Dont.
Care.
and it feels great