I think there is a reason that hides beneath my needless words, i do want to know myself, that is true, i feel like if i was and am a masked mad, lying to himself and the others to achieve the triumphant feeling only a child could feel.
You are right, i thought that too, those four volatile letters are not where i should concentrate myself, those are not my ideas, my thoughts, my life, those are only a facet of truth, wich by itself is not true, those only give a generalization, an illusionary idea of an ideology.
I know that, yet, feelings still linger inside me, dread and costernation, fear and terror, hopelessness and hopefulness.
Those inadequate feelings might make me become what i most hate: ......
At the same time i think i am able to withstand these subjectively negative thoughts and feelings, in fact i do that sometimes, maybe always maybe never.
During those indefinite periods, i feel like myself. Or who i think i am.
Visions and dreams are delicious floating incoherent yet coherent sensations, vivid fruits of my own desires and maybe the world's itself. (I don't actually believe it as it seems, i don't think i am a messager of the world, yet i think i am able to be someone who could achieve those vivid readings of the world, by the world, i think, of rationality, emotions and something more, something hidden to the eyes of humankind but that could find a way inside it).
Really, truly i don't know if i hate or if i love myself, or if i am good with myself as i am. Maybe this allegoric doubt may only be a fantasy, as the world could be more than i think it is.
Thank you for replying and for giviving me advice.