random thoughts ... almost everywhere ... 
Some say "better to have a fixed idea that three planted ..." Cohabit with my back some 10 years and only now I realize what has become unmanageable: I hinder the normal activities of daily living, appearing with a velvet touch, in your toes ... I did not realize when it comes, from time to time, however, I find myself daydreaming, while only a few seconds before I was simply studying, eating or doing something else ... I did not realize! What my thoughts are getting out of mind, living its own life? This thing scares me ... and so with an effort, I try to get along, carrying out my plans of life, trying not to be overwhelmed by my mind ... However
often feel the need to write down these fantasies, or even wake up in the middle of the night, then turn on the light, looking feverish PC and begin to write, I read, I am glad I stimulates and excites me and then I read one more time before turning off more ... revised more and more continue to write ... then I have to ask me a brake: it is mandatory to place the poles. Here
not write anything at all about what my little head has produced disturbing, because I do not think there is an appropriate audience for my kind, excluding the few people who face life with a filter similar to mine ... I do not like to disturb the public peace, especially my peace ... do not expose me, I know what you'd encounter: they are not skilled in managing a critical ... not at this time.
I am a coward ...
A step back ... March '007 : reappears violently in my life ... with disarming power, and so I remain pleasantly helpless ... began a period of fantasies, which increase gradually in a whirlwind of passion. In my mind, violence is commingled with sweetness, and everything happens in my head the other way around ... do not waste anything in advance, but I want to experience each alternative: that's the beauty of imagination. One day you're a person, six days after another ... five minutes before you let yourself be lulled by the depth of the thoughts of the Dalai Lama, a little later you try to imagine what she felt when John Paul was with Yoko ... flash that appear as snapshots. The risk still exists: to lose touch with reality ... I have come close, I wanted to test my self-control, how far I could push myself before getting to the point of no return. But I always keep a cool head and that I consider him a great asset ... already become aware of the fact it is a positive factor.
The time is past, the imagination is a precious commodity that still - luckily for me - with me, and sometimes tries to take over, but the frenzy of this time forcing me to put a brake. I can not and do not want ... I have to concentrate, but I also know that if I do not let them vent inward movements, concentration and performance is affected as well. Then I have to calibrate the rhythm, timing ... I have to organize time, cutting out small areas daily to the imagination.
I often think life would be like without imagination: it is suspended in that space that I can meet people that there are more ... is the only way left for me to maintain contact with them ... reiterates that it is a valuable asset which should be fostered, but without being overwhelmed.
Duty calls me ... the lights go out on the stage of imagination and the curtain falls.
