i feel like im driving through this life in the back seat of a taxi, watching the driver take turns and stop at signs. I feel that the plastic panel between my and the driver is thick as a mans clenched fist and what’s worst of all is that the tranparent panel is scratched and …

Sometimes, I wonder why I don’t like being with new people, why the effort of interaction affects me so. Its pretty unsocial. I know that I have it in me to be whatever I see around me, to become exactly as i think they are, but i don’t want to and in not wanting to …

I’m removed from this body of mine, I see myself in the mirror and I can’t relate this face, this chest and these hands to me. Its as if my thoughts have morphed into this man I see in the morning – mature, old, undecidedly consistant. I don’t know who I am on the inside …

In the quiet space of this room, I only hear my breathing as it thunders through this place that I find myself in. silence mutes all. calmness watches over me this one last time. I’m at peace. i slowly loosing senses – my life has become that silent movie in my dreams Every stroke of …

sometimes I rearrange my mind and find time this one last time, to break these/my rules before me and i speak of my inconsistent resistance. Sometimes I draw pictures in my mind for instance – depressing impressions of the past – just to remember where I have been and who I’m pretending to be. Everything …

sometimes i wonder if we notice enough about ourselves. Sometimes I think we don’t look deep enough or care about the changes. I wonder sometimes if people actually really care for themselves. Sometimes I think people are just a witness to their own actions, never really taking ownership of themselves. Maybe we are trapped in …

in the morning, i wake to create a new day, to redefine my mind. It seems I’m like a drone in this existence, there only to please the ones before me. I seem so weak that i cannot wash off my self defined structure -it leads me to  such boredom. today, I will earn my …

you make me the saddest but I’ve never cried because of you. I think my eyes are holding back years of practice. my mind i think is in turmoil, beside itself. it makes me think diffirently than before – it is like a malfunctioning beast, its not working as it should and its sad to …

im sorry for everything that makes me the way i am. I am sorry that i cannot make you prefer me, i wish you could know me.i’m sorry for lying – i wanted to e more than me – now i want someone to take me as i am. i have still the presents for …

the project is never due, it was never meant to be finished – it was my last effort for you, only i found that self realization is a great teacher and i realized that you were notthe same as me – it was a last standing strategy for you to endure me – but i …