It is in those moments when you lay in the dark wide awake with your eyes shut listening to the night you ask yourself, why?
In those moments there are more questions than answers, more thoughts than the brain can accomodate, and you wonder, why.
In the darkness the movie rill of the years past flicker, and you wonder, who was the director, who wrote this script, who acted out these scenes, but, it all comes back to why
Why this life, why this emptiness, why are you sitting here alone in the dark, why?
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.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
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