I’ve been strucked, badly, by a unique high fever and I feel harrased by it, but all in a good way.
Strangely, my fever is blue, with dark strips, with a bright yellow, gleaming gaze, and bioluminescence all around.
I wish to not get cured from it, for I yearn to feel the sorrow, the tragic and the respite of it all over again, and again, and again.
Why should I get medicine or a cure anyway?
Actually, I like it as it reminds me how lucky I am or some of us are, and that nothing should be taken for granted.
At times like these you think of the higher powers and the environment around you.
At times like these you wonder if others who went through the same thing would have felt the same as you.
At times like these you remind yourself to keep working hard and to never give up, and if you never give up, you’ll never lose.
That’s right, no matter what comes at you, it’s all mere obstacles which you can easily ward off, and with a little help, you’ll even win in the end.
I’m having the Avatar fever.
And I’m glad I’m not alone, as I’ve found a niche community of fans who’ve ‘felt’ an overpowering sense of change within them after watching the movie.
Indeed, to some it’s just a movie, or a story with blue monkeys, but for us it’s more than that.
It’s harrowing to have to detach our subconcious mind from Pandora as soon as Leona Lewis belts belts the end song.
I know that all good things will imminently come to an end.
I’ll just bask in the joy and escapism that it provides, while it lasts, like falling in love, over and over again, except now it’s a fever, Avatar fever.
When was the last time you fell in love?