Sunday, February 6, 2011
Multiple voices speak simultaneously, incessantly, one fighting with the other to be heard. Nothing but lots of static. Static. Tuning. Tuning. To find a clear channel. Clear channels escape me in the ocean of voices. Thought is lost, kidnapped by emotions, hidden far away where no one can find it. Loud music and sweet sorrow make a great combo while I pick a random string of goings-on in the head and type it down with my fingers trying hard to coordinate with the randomness. Emotions stand like guards around a fort with tall walls hiding all my friends, logic, reason and clarity. I give up as always accepting defeat. Lost. In acceptance.