I grabbed an old book that I never finished reading, and because it was about this completely other world and reality, and because I was flung smack back into that place, I realized what comforts me most.
When I grab a book or see a forest, a part of my brain depicts almost a shadow: A shadow whose eyes are my own when I look into the mirror, follow me? So whenever I read or my brain is creating imaginative realities, I sense my best friend, myself in all my truest glory; my imagination, my brain.
When I look in the mirror, I stare into my eyes, and what I see in their depths is exactly and everything my imagination is able to create and in the moment of seeing all at once, I feel home, and I feel safe.
Grow imaginations: Grow creativity.
Am I narcissist? I don't know, but I do know I absolutely love my brain, and the brains of every other human being.
We are so incredible, we just have to open our eyes and see the beauty we have within.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Wow. I should apparently not write while high, which I have already done for the evening..
Goodnight. 7/6/16 2:35
