Cadence

I find myself trapped in my own mind, unable to escape discussion with myself about a beautiful world. It is like a rainbow plague, drifting between my thoughts and feelings and summariseing all forms of art to me. I listen to Nero, partially because its awesome, but mainly because my mind craves music to tie to my images. Fugue State is one of my favourites, as is Doomsday. It does not paint a picture but rather marries one I already have. Perhaps I have too many images. Perhaps it does matter.I feel lost in a future fantasy. It is a benefcial and defining condition, which is altogether quite amazing. It doesn't get in the way of life; I am a born-again Christian, with a guidance and purpose I can only attribute to the divine nature of God. He gave me this imagination, hence I spend a lot of my free time dreaming with it. I never put the world before my spirituality, but they seem to coexist peacefully together. Yet, I am very deep into my world. How strange.I can't make sense of it; I am drawn to my magnificence. Sometimes I don't know where I'm going, but I get there in my head. I make new rules and shape people, like a God, and they are always there need I empower them with more attention. They are beautiful people, although few are human. I think in terms of my own concepts when I am with them, but able to live perfectly without my imagination crossing into the real world and deluding me. It is a good thing, a sign of control. At least, I think it is.Okay, so that's me going deep into my own perspective of things. Ignoring all that, my mind is a galaxy full of wonderful, powerful and deadly things. Why does sci-fi always need war? Because it's cooler with war. To help make sense of it all, I want to write it down. I think this is the best place to do that. Or on paper. But paper can get lost, or burnt, or eaten, or all three of those things at the sane time. Although - as I have learnt from experience - it is hard to eat things while they are on fire.