I have this thing that I do. When I say something- do something- I always foresee these different consequences. I see these different paths; possibilities that my action could take. It’s like I’ve imagined my own future. There’s no trend. There’s no pattern. Sometimes what I see will be wonderful a happy conversation or reunion between some friends and myself. Others, well let’s say they’re not so happy. Arguments. Cruel words. Retorts and thoughts that I wish by god to never be true.
They never are. Every time I imagine a conversation, foresee saying something to someone, it never happens. I know that once I’ve thought about it, that the possibility of it actually taking place has become impossible.
I imagine things a lot. I think it's called paranoia.
When you imagine something, and then start to believe it to the point where you start denying to yourself that it isn't true.
It must be true, it feels true.
I just hate it when despite the fact you 'imagined' it, others get to prove just how it can become incredibly real.
About Me
- Sky
- I am the rock That holds fast through wind and rain, That is strong; but still can, be chipped away. I am the constant, That has been relied on constantly; without complain, That can be called on relentlessly; again and again, I am the Listener, That sits silently on her own. That watches and waits and slowly is known. I am the keeper, That holds all secrets tight, That tells not a soul, when other soul's might. I am the leader, That leads by letting others take control, That subtly hints and subtly molds. I am the dreamer, That dreams her sweet dreams, That smiles her smiles; her smiles so serene.
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