Untitled for now.

Stuck inside of this house, I am stuck inside of my mind. Unlike my mind, this house is empty and quiet and it sleeps.

I don't ever sleep.

I rage against the inside of my eyeballs, the crazed person inside screaming 'WHERE ARE ALL OF THE PEOPLE????'

And I am still alone....In moments like these, a silent din; a white noise, I despair.

Escaping into fantasies with rhythm and beats, lyrics and melodies musical artists swaddle me in their voices and ideas of which I dream.

I dream of a world where each song is a person born only to tell me their story. Held at my mercy, their lives lay on the threshold of my interest....

And when their story comes to an end, I am still alone in my world. In my mind.

And I can't sleep, once again.

how can one sleep with some many things to ponder?... Life, Death, and Everything in between...

Worry and Pain that I dare not let anyone see...

Music and Love and how these words are synonymous with each other...

Or how about the social construction of race?

Or things that hold you back, like the fear of failure that leads to failure anyway because you're unable to take risks or to give your all?

The simple things in life that I love, even if I know that life is too hard for me to have them. Like unlimited time to myself to read and write and discover music and people and enjoy a cup of tea sitting not standing at a bus stop.

Life is what you make it, but it is also what others make for you.

So maybe if I do my part and try to help make someone else's life better, another will do the same for me?

Maybe. I have found that people I've tried to directly effect in a positive way only expected more out of me and forgot to give back in return.

At this time I am stripped down to my bare minimum, down to my center. My outer layers are peeled back and you can see the waiting working of my heart pumping my soul's blood to my vital organs...

Stripped down to my least denominator in an effort to self examine and reflect on life's chances, my failures and successes.

My heartaches and pains... responsibilities that hold me down and hold me together.

I am stripped down, skull broken open so you can see my mind bright with signals flashing can anybody see me?...S.O.S.

Save Our Souls...