me, myself & I

dreams of sorrow and love, dreams of smoke, isn't all of life just a big joke?

marți, 28 august 2007

prozac nation in recovery


the threshold between being lucid and between being insane is so small and so hidden that you don't see it at first. you continue to be enchanted by its demonic power. the sweet delusion of being emerged in insanity seems so promising that you forget who you are and what your purpose is suppsoed to be.the illusion that you are is much more beautiful than the person that really hides behind the mask.and you get used to that situation where you hide behind a shattered image and pretend everything is ok. how simple seems to be: escaping from reality. actually it's much more difficult than you think at first. disturbed from the world you have created you find yourself, a stranger among people, like an uninvited guest that has no seat. recovering from insanity is sometimes hard, sometimes impossible, but if you pull through, maybe at the end of the road you will see that your trip to LALA land has done you good, has cured your soul and cleansed your mind. such a bliss to be hopelessly insane don't you think?

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