People that write big fancy words for the sole purpose of trying to look intelligent toward others. What if they knew that they are failing miserably? Their words are empty. It's just a babbling pile of nothingness.
"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple."
Friday, 27 February 2015
I'm approaching it from one single point of view, knowing that it has innumerable different angles.
Fiction and reality have coexisted since the dawn of mankind. Since we can Think, Dream and Wish. The line between fiction and reality is a very thin one, always was. We cross from one world into the other in such a commonly manner that many times we can't discern which is which. It fascinates us, it frightens us. It can make us to artists, it can make us to thieves. It isn't in us to dwell on what is real and what not for we must continue our fiction to create a better reality. And our fiction comes from reality. Reality makes fiction, fiction makes reality. There's no beginning, no end. They go hand in hand.