Days keep on flowing like an endless stream. Every day seems like yesterday. I cannot delineate what I feel anymore: my sensibilities are dull and numb as days go by without my having falling ill. You are perhaps the only recourse that keeps me sane from these lonely nights and the only music that resonates against the backdrop of the night sky.
Where are am I going from here? I cannot find any person with which I share daydreams and esoteric ruminations with. Indeed, there is a part of mine that chronically aches having been aloof from the rest of humanity that would not dare spare a minute of valuable time for a meaningful confabulation.
I am weary of the superficiality that saturates the air and the toxicity of masculinity that inhibits men of my sensitivity to be heard as humanly possible.The disparity between talking to a wall and a human being seems to me all the more strenuous as it collapses in of itself--- it's all the same to me now.
To whither are we moving? What divine miracle should save us from tearing this land down to its last atom? What use are words if it be taken so lightly by the common man?
