When the world is half asleep, when half the world is asleep, when only people like me are up and about, it is not night anymore, but it becomes a "World of Dreams", a parallel world where things happen almost like they would in the real world, only twisted and malformed by our thoughts, desires and aspirations.
In this world, innocent yearnings turn into nightmarish hauntings, truths are maligned into lies, aspirations become desperations. What was black and white now turns grey. Where there was light, there now lies shadow. In the heart of all this lies our innermost desire to grasp at things beyond our powers. It is malicious particularly at night, when jealousy and hatred dominate the bizarre.
It is only the ones truly at peace with themselves, who are content with themselves and their lives, who manage to evade this ensnaring place - which tempts everyone with the bait of dream-fulfilment, which haunts their failures and turns them into a twisted success.
Those who are truly blessed, exotic as it might sound, rarely step inside this illusionary world and instead of being sucked into this parallel universe grow to dominate it, for nothing can dominate a heart which yearns for nothing, a heart which has no chinks.
Signing off to test my exotic bizarre theory, which came about as an offshoot of reading too many unrelated pieces of scribbled paper from an Age long past, an age they call the Age of Legends..
In this world, innocent yearnings turn into nightmarish hauntings, truths are maligned into lies, aspirations become desperations. What was black and white now turns grey. Where there was light, there now lies shadow. In the heart of all this lies our innermost desire to grasp at things beyond our powers. It is malicious particularly at night, when jealousy and hatred dominate the bizarre.
It is only the ones truly at peace with themselves, who are content with themselves and their lives, who manage to evade this ensnaring place - which tempts everyone with the bait of dream-fulfilment, which haunts their failures and turns them into a twisted success.
Those who are truly blessed, exotic as it might sound, rarely step inside this illusionary world and instead of being sucked into this parallel universe grow to dominate it, for nothing can dominate a heart which yearns for nothing, a heart which has no chinks.
Signing off to test my exotic bizarre theory, which came about as an offshoot of reading too many unrelated pieces of scribbled paper from an Age long past, an age they call the Age of Legends..
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I would say, I liked this one the best :)
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