When the lights go out, and all of the daily noises clears from my ears. My mind starts function in it’s own sick and twisted ways. All these thoughts that i com across while laying naked in my bed and staring at the seeling. Sometimes i feel sick, sometimes i feel like superman. Whatever the feeling is, it’s always.. me.
Me in my own little land, with a train of thought. Constantly running speedy through the vast forests and plains of green grass. Its start, location and end is always me. Everything that the train is passing on the way is just a figment of my own imagination. Thoughts, fears and even the things i love and cherish, is swiftly passed as the train wich is my thought continues along the path. A path wich was set out loong ago when i was still a child.
I’m not a man who belives in destiny, though i believe that everything happends for a reason. The gain isn’t always clear and the downsides may not be as violent as it should, but yes, everything does happend for a reason. Wether the reason is that i should remember it or for character building. Everything so far, has had a reason behind it.
I’m not self centered. I’m self realising. I like to explore the surroundings that my train of thoughts takes me by, and i love to write. I’ve always had a creative soul and attitude. I’ve tried to express myself with oil and inc, though apparantly my fingers don’t have the same creativity that my mind does. I’ve tried song and music, and lets just say that i sing rather than good. Writing is what i’ve come down with. I feel that i’m good at explaining myself and expressing myself with words. Some words may not be as good as the mind who thought of it and my tounge often slips, more than occassional.
So, this is what i do, after i’ve told everyone goodnight. I wonder and my train of thought never stops. It marches forward like an army with heart set on destroying their enemy. My heart is set, always has, always will.