The Illusion of Thoughts.

Everyday feels warmer and brighter… each day feels anew, different, it keeps getting better than the previous day, that’s all that really matters, i tell myself. the difference creates a game-like-feel, it definitely frightens me, to be within the game of life, or possibly outside. it doesn’t change the feeling that these days are preparing me for a journey, within the higher ranks of society…. a higher position, or so the illusions tell me. I feel like an eagle amongst pigeons, or so it feels. but each day that gets better-and-better, could possibly be an illusion built upon fake beliefs, and fake memories, because each memory stems from the brain, and i have schizophrenia…. a life built upon the fakes of a mind, is unstable, and could possibly come down with a swift-blow. it’s traumatizing to think of, so i never really do any serious thinking upon that question… i live to heighten my perspective; learning, thinking. although its funny that i do so much work on my mind yet i’m very insecure about the stability of my mind… but it’s what i fell in-love with, within my life… and it is enjoyable to think that your brain could make a drastic difference within life. or be a complete failure… I’m standing on a thin line, between n reality and fiction and sometimes those two collide, illogical-logical, mindset. built around extremely crazy phobias. makes you wonder if all this is for nothing… 

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