I feel I am surrounded by vultures who are hungry for my flesh and skin.
And the only way to save myself is to become a flesh-eater myself.
I am tired of having to compete for things that don’t matter to me.
And I am tired of trying to explain myself to the ones who would never understand me.
All this rationality and logics of the world makes me sick through my bones…
I want to go live in a world where irrationality rules.
Where people are mad, so that even if they don’t understand my insanity, they won’t judge me at least.
Where no one would laugh when I say I can achieve anything I want to.
Where no one would lecture me about the rules, because none exists.
Where I would be free to create and break my own customs, tread my own path, and decide what, when and how to love.
That’s the world I dream to live in one day.
And take my own world there, with me.~RavS