Potanda's Mindverse

 One of the feelings she despised, is being fooled. People try to feed her lies, but she sees the truth. And how many times did she really believed them, then got disappointed. They think she isn't smart enough to catch the deceive because she didn't always understand social behavior. She called it " Social Behavior Interpretation Impairment Disorder"... Yes she was always that good with names. 

 The sun has been her devil. She burns for his beauty. She's pulled by his attitude, the source of his gravity and she fights it day and night as she turns her face towards other stars and shadows herself with earth. For she is the moon, and her solid rock heart? She tries to protect it from melt and decay. Who said rocks can't bend and melt.  Bound by this attraction, she longs for freedom. And what freedom can do? Leave her heart available for stars. For galaxies. Galaxies with colors, with dust and clouds. With silence around. With peace. She locks eyes on the biggest galaxy and she repeats a vow: Do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of light. She's not only the moon, she's the warrior of light. And now she takes one more step into the sky beyond, following her path to the heavens.  Listen to the heavens, progressive rock and a personal favorite song

 If you happen to see this post, I love you. Please never leave. If you happen to read this post, it means that you care enough to read what I need to say to no one exactly, but to put out there.  It's 3:30 am, and what I need to say is the following: Man I feel stupid and taken advantage off. It's not easy approaching new people when actually deep down I'm shattered. The problem is that I don't know what piece of me to gather, so I'm leaving them all at the floor, numbing away sadness. So, I feel happiness, and a false alarm.  I'm talking to someone new, and it is so hard to even consider him a friend. I mean I think we are friends but in my head he's just an existence and considering him real scares me like hell. I do not want to be hurt again. Even from friends, it's enough. And I'm deeply detached from people around me so why am I welcoming in someone new? Does it really matter? It's so weird to write this hear, knowing that someone might act...