shadowkrakken

Reality is relative. If you're so inclined to become insane, or turned that way by circumstance or tragedy, your own personal reality may become impenetrable by the "real word" and then it will be the only reality. I'm just asking, no real intention behind it, would any of you like to throw away sanity with me so we can roam the countryside slaying dragons? just a thought.

there's so much beauty perceived in the world. "perceived" because in reality beauty doesn't exist. there are pictures of friends that i have that are wonderful, beautiful, pictures. beautiful not because the photo composition is great or because what is happening in the photo is inherently special, it's because my memories of that moment or person is special. the feelings that are awakened, the feelings i impart onto the photograph, is what makes it special.

I just feel that life never has to be mundane, it never has to get old. All you have to do to make a moment special, beautiful, is to add something to it. whether that be a stolen kiss or making up a story about a dragon. so if i'm looked at differently because i choose to pretend like the pressure washer is a laser rifle and cleaning the pavement is destroying space pirate dirt monsters then so be it because in 'reality' it's the loss of the on-lookers for not joining in on the fun. We only have one life, we might as well make it as colorful as possible.