I sit and write at this computer..... Alone and weary a little bit.. Eyes closed hoping for joy but feeling none. Listening to the smooth piano play. Closed eyes and dreams not realized. Feeling so low but at the same time a sort of mistified feeling of where does it come from. I know where it comes from... Conscious. Conscious telling me i'm wrong as it dance along the footnotes of pain, loneliness and a sense of wrong doing. But above all lost. In this world so wide something so deep can not be expressed clearly enough to get the words out of my mouth or a pen in my hand. Yet my mind tells my hands to keep typing.
Type away as for you have nothing now to say but to spread your word across somehow. What word is it though? I'm not even fully sure but this music does uplift and somehow grab my attention. It shows not everything is lost to decidence and the kid in me and my true self is still there. That is my conscious and not to let anything disturb that. Eyes wide now and less of emotion. I come to peace with myself somewhat and learn that i have written something completely interesting. Not just to the readers but to myself.