Things mostly aren't like what they seem. If I'd spoken my thoughts out I would've been considered schizophrenic but the calm and poise I have pasted on my face, well it isn't so. I see things you don't and I learn what a few know. As I close my eyes, one of my sides flicker before me. A side yelling miserably in pain in the chaos my inner self has made and the other as I close my eyes I see a veiled girl with a little smile adorning her face, eyes closed smiling at something only she can witness, under a beam of a golden light, only she with seemingly herself in a moment so serene . "Speak!", the dominant voice calls out and here she speaks herself out.. . A day to day journal, ending up as a memoir of a sane girl writing her insanity out . See if she makes it there. A journey of life. A spiritual journey. My delusions and illusions. My dreams. My cravings and fears. My dilemmas. How I keep with the outer world-the reality when I have my own world inhabited by me inside myself.
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