I am I am
I am in pain from thoughts, memories and ideas; I am in pain because I make them up, that most of our "world" is made up. I am scared. I go to bed at night and realize that only the micro organisms, bugs and my Crown of Thorns are living. I go to bed in a room without someone. My walls are made of drywall and paint; I see their hallow insides in my mind with wooden beams and nails. I see everything is made the same and constructed differently. I chant in my mind over and over again, I say " Youth is wasted on the Young." I tell myself I am a little off and I will feel this way so I will be good. I felt I could not breathe, I could not eat.