The truth shall set you free!

When dreaming, my left brain is dysfunctional.

My dreams are illogical.

My right brain takes over.

He makes remarks that are sinister and creative.

Storylines are rich and well planned.

Worlds are detailed, very well thought out.

Emotions and feelings are ever present.

He even creates theme songs with music and lyrics that are spontaneous.

Creates characters that are diabolical, interesting and plentiful.

The interaction between each of them seemed scripted, like a well thought out play.

Dialogues are incredibly clever with puns and expressive words.

My dreams are so unlike me.

But I just can’t.

Sometimes I think, what would happen if I were to ever lose the glue that keeps me sane?

I have never needed one so much before, nor have I ever embraced it’s existence to such an extent.

I cannot imagine having another to replace it. It just won’t work. It’ll never be the same.

This sounds so cliche, to say “It’ll never be the same”, but there isn’t any other way to say it.

I just want to always have my sanity glue, though I know it is bound to run out.

Who knows, maybe even soon.

Would you love a man that does the job of a god to the best of his ability or a god that does what he does effortlessly?

The man tries to compete with a supreme being to give bring joy.

The supreme being can easily answer any prayer.

The man is distanced by physical difficulties.

The god would always be there for the person, closer to the person.

Granted, the man may one day stop trying.

Granted, the god may stop caring.

But the man doesn’t want to stop, if you’d let him. 

Even if what all he can do cannot amount to a fraction of the god’s doing.

Is it all true, or just Forer?

Astrology, I mean..

Never used to believe in them.

Now everything seems so spot-on.

I mean, it’s still possible that it’s the Forer effect, but it all seems so true.

Maybe I’m just being gullible now..

You know that sinking feeling you get inside you?

When someone tells you something sad.

It’s something important to you and yet isn’t very depressing.

It’s just, what most people would call, heartbreaking.

Yea, I’m having that feeling now.

This feeling manifests itself in two forms. Jealousy and a slight hint of fury.

I’ve always hated being angry, and have done (if I might say) quite a good job with managing anger.

Jealousy, on the other hand, is something that just tears my brain in half.

I cannot control this feeling, nor can I understand why it would affect me so.

There are some emotions I just can never control.