I've dug a hole i can't escape, like a bird in a cage im breaking my wings. The weight of the loneliness cries out unheard- a mute in a world of colorful words. My heart keeps breaking as this new reality sinks in. But in truth, it's not new. I've known my whole life how alone i really am, but to see it, to realize is just as powerful as to live it. I'll turn my back again, wish to be blind and ignorant as i once was. Is it truly impossible to erase a vision that burns in the back of your mind
What is it about life that keeps us so interested. I mean really. It seems like there's always something in our lives that stresses us out. Something that's going wrong that we have to fix that consumes us until it's done. But then, after its done, and we have nothing left to do, we go crazy looking for something else thats broken. Something else for us to work on just to give us a purpose. A purpose to keep on living. We claim that people clutter our lives and annoy us and that we want peace and quiet but even when we reach that state we keep wanting more. This human condition jeopardizes our sanity each and every day in a consumer-driven market that pushes comfort and impulse and happiness and perfection. Years and years ago life was so simple. you got up, did chores, made food, went to bed. Repeat. But in this world where all those simplicities have been taken away and replaced with machines we find the need for other activities to fill our time. Other worries and adventures creep into this empty space- meant to be filled with relaxation. Maybe people never truly can relax. Maybe thats our problem. We have these minds and a never-ending need to fill them.
