Perception

The imagination is a funny thing, used properly it can create beautiful poetry, novels, and philosopies. But when it runs amuck it creates fear, paranoa, and desolation. Silence is what makes it run amuck. Silence is like a black hole of despair, it warps and distorts the realities of a situation as it sucks you in. I spent the entire day in a slump yesterday, because I let my imagination run amuck. It was pointless.

The lesson has been learned once again, and yet I know that the next time silence comes upon me I will fall back into that black hole, as surely as love will rule the day