Have you ever let your mind run?
Not shape its course nor acknowledge your own thoughts
Almost as if your mind was breathing
Not air but ideas of the impossible, words that can't be defined but hold every meaning
Worlds created by different minds but still create the same world
Minds that create different people but still create character
Maybe earth is just our character or what is thought to be a universal feel
Maybe my character is blinded by my own feelings and this universal feel is an idea of the impossible and holds every meaning
And the fact that no one else understands or relates to my universal feel, i can only prove that my world is my character
My life is my mind