A Ramble

So funny that they tell people "always think positive" and "always think highly."

So I tried thinking highly. But it only caused me to over-estimate myself, over-analyze everything that ever happens around me, and to over-stress myself to insane levels.

In my head, everything makes sense. At least, it does to me. But I bring my thoughts out into the open, and suddenly they lose their validity and the comprehension is lost.

Perhaps my mind is twisted. Or perhaps I lived in a world that is.

There is a total lack of understanding. It makes me sad.

Silence, they say, is golden. But tonight, I saw how silence was more like a bloody sword. And it was in my hands.

The bridge that connected has crumbled and fallen to pieces. Those pieces have fallen into a turbulent sea, where they have been washed away. Now what was one has become two.

Incredible how "one" can be used to describe two, while "two" can be used to describe one. It makes my head swim thinking about it.

None of this makes any sense now.

Perhaps it will one day.

Maybe tomorrow.

Or whenever I get around to elaborating.

And stuff.