This, is probably the best time to write a blog post. My mind is 95% sleeping, with only my eyes being wide open and my brains being 3% alert. Calculation doesn't even make any sense, bet whatever I am going to say next, won't make any sense either.

Does anyone actually reads my blog? Or am I plainly imagining audiences who are interested in my petty life. Even when I managed to capture a couple of new readers, but I am very sure people will end up getting bored of what they are reading. Cause all I do, is write passage long crap about my train of random thoughts.

Recently I have realised that I have established myself a kingdom of my own. One where I spend most of my time with, parallel to the real world. Well obviously this is not something one can talk about as a normal day to day conversation. People would think that I have completely lost it to be talking about something THIS DEEP out of the blue. Also obviously nobody would be interested in listening to me talk rubbish about myself. I used to think that, 'owh well, nobody is going to realise my existence anyways, might as well just live in my own world' to 'owh? The real world still exists?' ..

This sounds bad. But that's what it is. It feels like I have managed to make my world a reality, instead to having the reality as my world. It was my way of comforting myself through tough times where I really had nothing I could have control of. It was more towards me, accepting the cruelty of reality by running away from it.

In my world, everything is fine. There is nothing to worry about, nothing actually matters at all. It was more of a state where I completely zone out from reality, feeling no burden and there was no problems. I would imagine seeing raindowed hues in the sky, with fluffy clouds and unicorns with wings flying about, soft cuddly teddy bears and little pixies leaving trails of glittery dust as they flap their wings about.

I think I am in big trouble for having such thoughts and mind set.

Yet, I can't help it.

I live my thoughts in that dreamy state of mine, and whenever something good happens in reality, I would descend from my state, to saviour and appreciate those glorious moments before popping back into my own little world.

I call it Rainbowton.