once inawhile i fell like a Goddess.. no really i do. i dont look like one but i feel like one.. where in beauty stands not only for my superficial self but for my soul as well.. its when the beauty stands between a fine line of insanity and reality that no one really can explain.. its the reflection of myself which is a blur to a mortal man its unexplainable by the mind but the heart can truly tell, where the naked eye cannot see but the soul can paint,the hands cannot touch but the veins can feel.. its wierd how i think of myself.. i see things from a weird point of view,, i look at things and see them differently i shouldnt but its a natural impulse,,i shoudl analyze stuff as they are not for what they could be..help me. please. i am normal. i am sane. but why am i talking to myself then.. out loud that is.. its like the land of the living and the land of the dead where both worlds seem to exist,where my imgination seems to come into my puny world and i cannot seperate the two.. i cannot tell which is real and pretend.. is it possible that my past inhibitions and dreams are coming to life..although its unusual to have thoughts like these its also enlgihtening maybe its a sign from my inner self.. maybe things will be different.. or should be different.. i may not figure out what this is about.. beyond this world through the window of the sky.. i wil fly through anything to have this all figured out..