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Is it odd that I had to smoke a cigarette to stop the sound of traffic in my head? Mind you, I was high from smoking weed and, unfortunately, being blazed causes me to have panic attacks. Someone asked me the other day why I still smoke. I gave them the true answer,though none of them probably understood why. Now that I think about it suddenly, it may have been a solution to another issue? Anyway, the entire reason boils down to the functioning of my mind, in a positive way though, but with negative side effects, if you will. You see, no human is exactly alike, our bodies are all different. We all have our little quirks. I will say that I operate on a higher level of intelligence than most people, barring the fact that my way of understanding has yet to be understood. I am not boasting in anyway. I do not know why this is, but I am aware of the fact that it is true.
But, sometimes with knowledge, comes insanity. A literature professor of mine once said something of that effect. It made sense to me. I can also readily admit that I am a degree of insane. A twisted admittance, one might say, but that is what I am, twisted. My mind goes to places, far out in the cosmos of my mind, at times beyond my reach. I can visualize my head as the center of this cosmos (I will paint a picture one day because the colors are mesmerizing in a sense). I have no face or anything resemblant to a head. Instead it is this sunlike appendage of a brilliant light and citrus color. My body, wearing nothing in particular, is still attached to my mind. I can reach out as I am there to the planets in my space, but there are things that are beyond the scrape of my nails.
“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
-Dr. Suess
But, sometimes with knowledge, comes insanity. A literature professor of mine once said something of that effect. It made sense to me. I can also readily admit that I am a degree of insane. A twisted admittance, one might say, but that is what I am, twisted. My mind goes to places, far out in the cosmos of my mind, at times beyond my reach. I can visualize my head as the center of this cosmos (I will paint a picture one day because the colors are mesmerizing in a sense). I have no face or anything resemblant to a head. Instead it is this sunlike appendage of a brilliant light and citrus color. My body, wearing nothing in particular, is still attached to my mind. I can reach out as I am there to the planets in my space, but there are things that are beyond the scrape of my nails.
“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
-Dr. Suess