I Feel...

[Glamtrash]

…cold.

I feel stagnant within the coloured hurricane around me. I am the eye.

I am the handicapped eye which can see but cannot recognize.

I am not happy about the soon-to-be birthday.
Things are changing but I don't feel changed.
I'm not exactly sure what path I am on, whether that path is going
anywhere, and if so, where it's going. Will it be worth it?

Is that somewhere I want to be?

it's dark.

I feel so strangely. It's surreal, as though I've been taking those numbing pills again, even though I have not. I haven't taken them for five years. I see people - I see bustling and chaos, and yet I am not there. I am ghostlike in my existance, and glazed in my appearance.

i'm scared.

Where do I even want to be? What am I good at?
What can I realistically do, and enjoy? What path leads to ultimate fruition?

Does that path even exist?

The angst is unbearable, and hilariously ironic.

I am…alone with this.

He doesn't understand. He cannot understand.

i am sad. i am glass.

What now?

[Kurse]

Excellent.

Ur writings tend to flood ones mind with familiar emotions from times that are "less than desired" by memory.

Interesting feeling and depth. Poetry is what got me into song writing back in the day.

It would greatly behoove you to continue writing the way you do if you ever have a thirst to find a future in music. And if not, and this is just a hobby or release for you...
...kudos.
You have alot of talent.

I know I don't normally leave you feed...but I've read some of your other "mind spills" here and find them very worth the read. So I figured I'd take a sec and show sum luv as well as appreciation for displaying a change of pace here on illest through your writing.

[Glamtrash]

Thanks dude. Glad you like my shit. You've got quite an amount of talent yourself.