“The tempest in my mind/Doth from my senses take all feeling”
I feel disconnected.
I can't sleep because I've slept too much this past five days.
I can't stop this tumult in my head. It seems as if the floodgates of chaos have opened.
I don't know why it is happening.
I should have guessed though.
I've been doing little to occupy myself bar watching dvds, and sleeping. Lots of Sleeping.
The house has been a mess for weeks, I do the minimum to clean up then leave the rest to accumulate.
I feel as if I have lost myself again. My grounding.
The questions that echo through most things in life:
Who are you? What do you want? Where are you going? Who do you Serve? Who do you Trust?
I feel very much lost and adrift in the sea of life. I can't see myself fulfilling any more dreams.
The older I become the more apathy sets in.
I feel very out of touch with the majority if not all my friends. I feel that I have concealed myself behind work, behind mouthing off opinions on life. I doubt if any of you know of my true dreams. It's my own fault I know. Just with each sunset I seem to be falling further and further away from society and finding it easier to put on the masque and pretend to be something, someone else.
So little willpower. I disgust myself.
But no matter. Perhaps this solilquy will help me to sleep after a gasper.
I can't sleep because I've slept too much this past five days.
I can't stop this tumult in my head. It seems as if the floodgates of chaos have opened.
I don't know why it is happening.
I should have guessed though.
I've been doing little to occupy myself bar watching dvds, and sleeping. Lots of Sleeping.
The house has been a mess for weeks, I do the minimum to clean up then leave the rest to accumulate.
I feel as if I have lost myself again. My grounding.
The questions that echo through most things in life:
Who are you? What do you want? Where are you going? Who do you Serve? Who do you Trust?
I feel very much lost and adrift in the sea of life. I can't see myself fulfilling any more dreams.
The older I become the more apathy sets in.
I feel very out of touch with the majority if not all my friends. I feel that I have concealed myself behind work, behind mouthing off opinions on life. I doubt if any of you know of my true dreams. It's my own fault I know. Just with each sunset I seem to be falling further and further away from society and finding it easier to put on the masque and pretend to be something, someone else.
So little willpower. I disgust myself.
But no matter. Perhaps this solilquy will help me to sleep after a gasper.