Sit down and grab a pen, hoping to pour out my thoughts of the processed, white sheet, with a desir

Sit down and grab a pen, hoping to pour out my thoughts of the processed, white sheet, with a desire to get rid of them ... But they are so chaotic and confused that it is a sin to write them down ... I do not want to create something rude, meaningless and empty, and the life that I live, but something beautiful and true, and dreams we dream. Sometimes leaning back in bed, put his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling, wondering why these are my dreams, why do I serve? turret clock Or look through the window and contemplate the cozy darkness, thinking and wondering why I? Why do I know this pain? Why am I not like the spider in the corner of the room, which dwell in? Why am I not the still tree branches block the sun from my eyes? And all again bursting into my mind like an uninvited guest at Christmas - unexpectedly and without invitation. All ugly, nasty, painful, redundant memories. Why am I not goldfish circling cold water in a glass aquarium? And I light a cigarette and let the smoke game to distract me, but unfortunately short-lived this stolen moment of inner peace .. I wonder what, in which, in whom is the flight? Because I'm turret clock looking ... a long time and are damn answer escapes me ... Maybe because turret clock asking through words ... Ah, the words are just clumsy invention of man - a carousel of sounds that only causes pain. I looked at the monitor glowing with satisfaction and found that although short, I was ripped from his world and I moved into the world of pale lines and blue ink. But here, just this realization brings turret clock me back to that cold mess in my mind. And again my eyes wander among the paintings around me, but we see nothing but colors and thoughts flew quickly as possible, as dust, blown by a whirlwind. Have at least one answer at least one question ... To know how and where to find it ... New song up to me and gently caress my ears but does not help, just intoxicated by weak drug ... Probably need salvation ... Probably from another cigarette ... Probably the other pen ... Ignorance is a beautiful thing, until you realize that you do not know why you do not know and do not begin to want to know what you do not. Maybe it sounds crazy and incoherent, it is possible turret clock to give almost everything to sort out what was raging in me, but not enough. At no time was enough to satisfy the hunger of undying voices inhabiting my mind.
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind I'm turret clock tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do Or who I 'm supposed to be I don't want to be anything other than me I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by a identity turret clock crisis everywhere I turn Am I the only one to notice? I can't be the only one who's learned
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