Illusions. To trick your mind, to trick your eyes, to trick your senses.
Have you ever had those weird moments when you wonder "Why am I...who I am? Why aren't I a poor little person living in a horrible place? Why aren't my friend? Or my mom, dad, sibling? Why am I me?"
Or have you ever wondered if our universe is inside a snow globe, sitting on a shelf in the basement of a house? Or that maybe there are humans that have powers or something special, different?
Have you ever wondered that?
Probably not, but I think about that a lot.
I read a lot of books. And when I say a lot, I'm not kidding. One novel after another, and every single one of them changing me. I view the world in a different way. Every. Single. Time.
I don't know if it's good or bad, but I know I must keep a clear line in between reality and dreams, imagination and fiction.
Pretty simple for me, but not for others.
Twisted minds. That's what I call them.
Some are twisted evilly. They want to kill everyone, make no friends, despise everything and plan for the future. I can guess their plans aren't about going to Hawaii either.
Others are twisted in a less extreme way. They believe the world is perfect, with absolutely no flaws whatsoever. A spoiled happy life, with money and fame.
It never works quite well, no matter how you plan in how much time.
The world is a dark place. Many bad things happen.
But, among disease, jealousy, hatred, loathing, there is always hope.
Hope shines bright, like a beacon in the thick choking mist.
Yet you must know that you can live off of Hope, but not imagination.
Or else the twisted mind will be yours.
Author Notes: This was kinda random and deep. ... Thanks for reading though!