Who cares for black and white?
Start from the shades of grey
Sweetest of all surrenders
Believe in imagination.*

In an ideal setting the mind should rush form past to future  to merge  finally into something called  present . However the reality principles follow another path. The thoughts rush from all three domains and we can't make any distinction which comes first or which comes last. In our minds it’s the bizarre flow and rush in the synapses, the chemicals the receptors never in an unidirectional fashion but to and from every nook and corner like a web. I always believed that the imagination is nothing but the extension of reality. Just think how easy the life would be if we didn't have the power to distinguish the reality from imagination. It would be  the moment of bliss when every night the psyche would be in unison with the surrounding.Through some means if we could break that thin ice layer defining the boundary of real and imaginary; the mind would have a different face. What if the imagination could give the same intensity of the perception (like hallucination, the luxury of few lucky ones) in the mind of all the individuals with simple the stimulus of thought?  When I think about the dinner at French restaurant with the fine quality wine and if taste buds could  sense them then the world would be sane. Some say sanity is the idealized fiction. By all the permutation and combination, deriving from my insanity, I came to a conclusion that the world is waiting to end that fine line - tripod of mind in unison .I dun think it takes much to ask!
Well just a thought …
-PS

the ******* lightning bolt at the top of this screen reminds me of you;
it is shaped like the one that at one point permanently resided on the skin of my wrist.
i used to worship you like you were actually the god of thunder and i sincerely thought that you would light up my storms with the most brilliant of light shows.
shortly after it came to my knowledge that lightning eventually has to hit something and cause clouds of smoke to obscure my pure rain.
i never forgave you for not controlling yourself.
you begged and begged for me to let you back into my grasp because lightning doesn't survive that well alone,
but i was too obsessed with how this newly found sunshine of mine managed to give me the most beautiful of light shows i have ever seen without ruining me the way you do.

i never thought i'd be impaired by something i needed the most.
you don't realize how important sleep is until you get an eighth of the amount you're supposed to every night.
my dreams are either pitch black or memories i figured had been long forgotten and
they're usually interrupted by bouts of hysteria which bring me back to the real world with a neck-snapping jolt.
i can't sleep and i'm too tired to focus on anything.
all i can do is sit around and watch tv and pray to be preyed on by a vulture or maybe you.

i'm incapable of following through with human nature
i feel like a broken bone that never set properly
i am knuckles that never stop cracking
since when did the lunch lady begin switching my apple juice with mercury?
there was a code blue at the hospital today which mean that someone was either in cardiac or respiratory arrest
it reminded me of how i feel every time i talk to you
planted on my seat, i picked at the fabric of my shirt and wondered if you would come visit me if i was at the hospital
i hope to a god that i don't believe in that i actually care about you the way i think i do
because my heart is too drunk to love properly and
my brain is too sober to accept that you care

it's my second day without my "fix" and i feel.. i don't know.
stomach hurts i'm increasingly tired more needy than usual lacking something lacking everything smiling frowning sobbing laughing all at the same time
things that **** with who you are should be illegal and for this reason i shouldn't be allowed to kiss you.

i don't have any more love left to give you
i'm drained of salvation
i'm losing myself
or i'm losing my mind
i'm running on empty
and i don't feel like running anymore
i know you need me to be the strong one
i'm trying so hard
but i'm shaking at the hinges
and i don't know how much longer
i can run away from
a loveless heart and a thoughtless mind