The universe is an beautiful reality,illusion
and unknown to many.So many
beings,species,variations,cultures.So manydifferences.We humans live with our eyesopen to the world but mind closed to the reality.As the saying goes, reality is what we
see.Humans have their own world,different indivisuals have different realities.Different minds have different worlds.What we see is our reality,maybe the hallucinations a
schizophrenic has arent an illusion at all.But a mere figment of his reality.his reality is so different from ours that we call him insane.Maybe we are scared of pointing the fingers at ourselves and questioning the
obvious, maybe we are too assured of our own reality.But what if we step a little lower?
maybe the tiny ants we see everyday
working so hard collecting their food have a world of their own.Maybe there are things out there they see and we dont.Think about it,the world doesnt revolve around us humans,as we arent any superiority that we are in any state to judge.They might have a world as big as ours,also with subjective realities alike.Not as blessed as humans though,so their value never truly gets realised indivisually.Its a beautiful world you
just need to figure it out,stop taking things as good or bad.but as experiences to feel and to be.Tilt towards madness a bit maybe.Flirt with it,and play with fire and when you are mad. Mad like this,the
reality is what you see. Exactly, there is impulse,recklessness,passion,wilderness and extreme sensitivity.Colours too vivid and moods too wild.Its scary how hooked it gets you.And you fail to see any past, any future.Because you are just too present,without control nor limits.And you feel addicted to the high it gives you,you just want to bathe in your insanity.Trying to
find answers inside your blood stream whether this is blood or venom to your being.No one understands and they never will,because your reality strayed too away from the obvious.Too far away.You say you feel beautiful,but its elusive and terrifying at the same time to not know where your mind leads you.Will your hunger devastate
you or will it take you farther in the corners of the still unknown faces of the mind you are desperate to be aware of.Insanity is its own start and its own end,makes you wonder will its scars be as breath taking till the end or is this a beautiful and magnetic
devil in disguise already savouring your soul. Whats scarier is even if it is a devil will you ever be able to let go of it for your own sake? and how long will you be able to stand this tall wearing white,beside the charming
and dark all consuming insanity? Is your sanity the price of beauty? _Kshitiza
