The feeling of being locked up in a room. Unable to escape the psychological torment of being by yourself. Stuck in that clotted and confined space. How can one possibly escape from such a disturbance? All the things that are surrounding just physical entities no human empathy insight. Going slowly insane but not mad. Slowly loosing it but the not the will to continue. What is the meaning of this. What is the purpose of this? Why does it have to be this way? Being all alone and isolated. Absolutely desolated beyond alienation would be how to describe it. No one to help, no one to talk to, no one to take some solace in, no one seek comfort in, no one to listen to your pain and anguish or whatever it is your going through. The inevitable monotonous state of this moment, never-ending in it expanding proportions to precede time and space.

That time spent with ones self and wanting to escape from the interactive medium. The yearning for another to just open up the door and enter. To come inside, to just to hear another voice. Laughter, sadness even anger, just something to be part of than just being all by thee self with no one. Being without no one the feeling of being unwanted, accepted, rejected all infused in one emotional state. Is there a way out? can anybody help, who is to be the savoir of this poor soul this trapped spirit

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I Have A Utopian Vision

May 24th 2007 06:25

As i stroll along i see birds flying high and people interacting with another in the streets. Everyone getting along with another no violence, no conflict, no fighting, no swearing and defitinitly no killings. Without prejudice, racism and fundamentally living without hate. The sound of kids with parents playing in the park having no worry about what is to come of their child and the world surrounding them. A place where risk is not the weighed up against option in according to living ones life to the fullest. When i wake up with rest of world i feel like it that the best is to come of it. No cancer, strokes no obsesity to be ever spoken and experience by a single sole. Eradication of poverity and endless bundles of happiness and joy for all. A smile on all of the worlds childrens faces. The cure of depression for all. For this my utopian vision.

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Thinking Out Aloud For Once

May 24th 2007 06:12

As i think within side of myself what is going on here. What am i doing here and why am i still here. This road i am walking along, this one road, why this one, why this one road why this path. What is happening here. All of the sudden i have this eppihany to stop. And think out aloud. Sum up all that as gone before, what has lead up to this moment. Thats it yes yell or even scream or/and just to speak it. With sound and speech, instead of contemplation to just thy self say it out aloud just once. Even if this is the only time you ever get a chance to saying it why thinking it. At least youll know that for once in your life you were able to say what you were thinking and not bottle it up, keeping thinking to yourself. That endless chanting to oneself that one does can be stopped and it can be heard by another. Even it noone is there to hear it at there was a chance that it was spoken and not just another thought left unsaid and tainted into the back of your mind

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That Endless Journey of What to Do With Myself

May 23rd 2007 05:53

Continue to sit here, like staring into outer space and not knowing what to do with all that endless space. What will become of all of it. Like an unknown entity that doesnt know its use. When being useful is stessed as an ulitmate must but for what purpose. The inner yearnings that dont come out and therefore never placed out there for all to see. The neverending expectation of uncertianty and randomness. All this existence with no direction. What is its future. Who knows that is the quest. It is still on its journey to found out what happens next. There being no right or wrong decision just contenment with the self. Having all ones answers fullfilled and having ones destiny fullifuled. When all emotions are met with satifaction.

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A Question to Ask Thy Self -- What is 'I'

May 17th 2007 13:53

What i am and what i am not... Who knows the answer... for i thought i should at least know the answer to this question out of everything and everyone ,... the answer would obviously lie within the realms of myself... it should be shoudn't ... Yet i dont know... Who am i... What is I... What do i do with it ... Why is this i the way it is, i ask ... Another question that i cannot answer... Philosophically so what do with all this insolvable pondering... What to do with myself with this perplexing i ... What to do with this i... Only if i knew then it would be so easy to answer the who am i question... I know that i am i but i don't know what the i is... Why is it that i can acknoledge myself as an i but not able to recognise what the i is... What is this i and who is it exactly... The journey continues of the i as it evolves and exists.. Yet not knowing who or what the i is... Will it always be this way ... Will the i ever know what the i is... Maybe the answer is indeterminate... As indeterminate as thy self as i propose the i this question about my i and prompt my i as what it actually is

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