Everyone sort of lives at their own pace, by a set of rules and principles they accept. And even though these worlds often collide and even merge, they are still somehow separate.
Let me explain:
If you were to enter my mind, and see the world as I do, you would first be overwhelmed by bright, flashing colors, and screamingly loud sounds. You would be stunned, whipped around by the flaring emotions and the spontaneous cravings to LIVE; to move, to speak, to love, to attack. But as the vigor fades, all that is left is a catatonic sleep-like state. Lack of emotion, lack of will, lack anything that defines who we are.
But in lets say, EM's bubble, I think it would similar, but shockingly different. I imagine it is filled with fiery red passion, anger, jealousy, love, and desire. The NEED for things. But also, a bleak gray. A whirlwind of confusion, and frustration. And in the background, a soft yellow. A faintly glowing joy, not always noticeable, but always there.
Or DI. Her world reminds me of an opera. She is the singer. The music is the way she feels. You hear it in the background, controlling what note she sings next. The music appears as if an accent to the voice, but it is truly what makes the sound of song so beautiful. A force to be reckoned with, the music runs the show.
Now, if you haven't noticed, most people are run by their emotions, their most basic desires. Very few people operate on logic, and even fewer do so correctly. But you must have noticed that even though they are alike in some ways, everyone is drastically different from the other.
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