In the calmness of my mind, there is peace and serenity. I think and consider each possibility over in my head as I consider what to do. I sit in a crowd of people whom I don't know, yet I feel a love and care for them all. Considering the multiple different lifestyles that each individual is serving: Some of them sad, depressed, and painful; Some of them happy, cheerful, and light. Those are just few examples I could give, because the possibilities are endless. No 2 people are the same. I see as all around them is chaos, and pain; toxicity, and cancer. Running around and around as they try to understand me. They don't know that I put a small illusion on in this place. My hands rest in my pockets, and my hood covers my face. The danger of revealing myself is too much, which is why I put on an illusion. Yes an illusion, but a small one. My personality traits are still all there, yet they can't connect them all. Some find me to be a horrible person: Seeking to hurt, flame, and fight others. Some find me to be a mentally retarded person: Unable to think clearly, a wannabe, a person who doesn't know their own life. Some find me to be a pretense: Just playing around, acting smart yet not having wisdom, Speaking without meaning. Some find me to be a nice person: Kind, Loving, Caring, Charitable, and earnest. I wish I could tell them all that the latter is who I truly am, but it would have no affect. For those who don't wish to see light in the darkness won't see it. Those who don't want to see change never will. Silently, yet not silently I listen and respond. Issue after issue, misunderstanding after misunderstanding. Some know me, and some don't. Some throw out assumptions, yet some throw out the truth. I pick my words precisely, and I choose them carefully. Sometimes I am tired and don't think much. other times when I am fully awake and I speak proactively. At times I sit and watch; silently reading them. Observing their actions, their thoughts, and their words. Learning them, learning how to respond, and learning who they are. Some figure out who I am, and some don't. But I watch. Watching... Watching as they try to understand me.
yes, straight from the thoughts inside my head. Do excuse my few grammatical and possible spelling errors. This is basically like one time draft. Instead of a full on detailed rough draft, review and revise, then final draft. This is a draft. But yes, I did.
I can be deep when I want to. I just find it unnecessary to be deep all the time. I've considered possibly doing a short story once a week, but I'm not sure if I'm up for that. I just write when I have something to write. Thank you though.
These are the thoughts inside your head? Must be a pretty drastic place up there. If you ever need to talk, I'm down.
I'm not depressed, I just have a brain full of thoughts. I have people irl to talk to. It is very drastic up there, but as I mentioned in the first line I am calm and collected.
you are one of the people in my story that finds me either mentally retarded or a pretense. Looks like you've found yourself in my story.
Wow... I...love this...I'm going through the same thing... people trying to hate, flame, and all sorts of disrespectful things. This touched my heart in a way that rarely happens .. Thanks
Very Skyblock. Nicely done. When I started here I wrote and recorded a little song about Skyblock, but it's definitely for the best that that remains deleted and forgotten.
We are only human. Perfection is something we can never achieve. We make mistakes on the road of life. But we can try to be as close to perfect as possible.
