Twisted Minds
By scorp
Twisted Minds
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.
Twisted minds.
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!
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