I need the noise to distract me from the cacophony of my thoughts
Those nefarious thoughts of misdeeds and wickedness
These selfish, self indulgent thoughts
The noise quiets the screams of my mind
Like flesh being torn from skin
Drowning loud sounds of anguish and pain
I need the noise to calm my soul
Hush my voices of discontent, sooth them to rest
The noise grants a troubled mind, heavy heart and restless soul a moment of repose
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Monday, August 19, 2013
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