Illogical Desires

Here's the truth.

People were designed to have desire and to have a projection what kind of life they want to have. Some are quite natural, but some are irrational and, well, irritating. Tell me, how does it feel if someone underestimate your desire just because for them it seems so irrational while they never know how hard you try for that?

Or maybe we should hide our illogical desires so they don't think we're out of our mind, and slowly kill our desires?

Just look for someone else who are willing to hear. If you're lucky, there will be some people who will stay with us how insane we can be and show you how to make your dreams come true. If you're unlucky, at least you don't kill your desires.

Well actually, it's not nice if we know that some people we trust hide a part of their life, even it's just a little.

God goes insane

You know I'm happy when I write less.

You know too, while I'm happy, the nerves in my head still work to connect all the dots (both the visible and the invisible ones, also the dots that you know I know they do exist, and the dots you know they don't exist but somehow I make them exist for my own self to treasure, creating new parallel universes here and there, as if I'm the god of those universes. Ah, that makes me understand, why somehow God goes insane), but I keep silent like nothing is happening.

I shut my mouth up very tightly so word would be unspoken. Not to hide, but to be wise. Not everybody loves these kind of jumping random thoughts like mine, neither do you, neither do I. I may be very, if you still remember, demotivated and just like "Dementors" (I think) I can drain peace, hope, and happiness out. I mean, who loves to hear a sorrowful thought? Who loves to hear a complaint in a beautiful day? I don't love to, but you may get me wrong, I love to express those kind of thoughts. Well, yes, it's simply because I do really understand that they are only a bowl of random thoughts, because I understand most which one is right and which one is wrong, and sometimes, I just don't care whether someone will be led to a sorrowful thought because of my sorrowful thought. And, I know, you (and some people) hate that very much. So I keep silent.

I love connecting all the available dots into a new line which is only can be seen by me, I love making drama out of everything. I love being dramatic. I love being demotivated. Not because I'm less motivated and less optimistic, but simply I love to think that way in my head. Not to to be implemented in my real life, but to have fun with my own thoughts, with the dots, with the lines, with the parallel universes. I do really have fun.

As simple as that. But sometimes, those random thoughts may be overload in my head, and I go more insane.