candleburn

I always thought that i t is funny that inside my head existed a parallel universe.  When I'm walking with my eyes open i feel like i live a dual life. So, how do you ask me is that possible? Inside my head I'm a born hip hop artist. I dance wistfully and sing along with my mischievous voice. In reality i can neither dance nor sing. How is it like to a live a life, when what you think and feel is not the same way other may get you - you can seem like a total different person out of your comforting shielded mind.

Locked behind my mind's gate Reaching out and only getting burnt All the rage is heating up and making it hard Hard for me to escape The instant release of all the anger that was building up Just like the walls around me I've been caging up my agony Now, like a time bomb, There's no time for you to run away before the blast, I'm closing my eyes and feel the burning clustered clutter inside, Feeling cautious, behind locked doors of my mind, Please try to escape, before the words are said at last. Hold on; don't try to break inside the unbreakable shield, Am I a big made out mess or made out scheme? Just like the walls around me I've been caging up my agony Would you make the clutter to make sense? Would you realize that I also need a chance?

I've started reading it not so long ago. I feel like the feelings that being portrayed by the protagonist really suit my own, i know it's totally crazy. However, is it possible that i see myself through the main character? Some quotes i liked:   "I’m not very good at putting my feelings into words. That’s why people misunderstand me." “I’m not all that smart. It takes me a while to understand things. But if I do have the time, I will come to understand you — better than anyone else in the world.”