Greetings Friends,
I am a man trapped inside my own consciousness. Some say that if you are going mad you would not know it. I disagree, if you were mad you probably wouldn't know it. But not yet fully mad. I think you would be able to feel it as I do. The total loss of attention. I think one can only hide the person I hide deep down for so long. For now he waits and hides somewhere between my id and ego. What is going mad? When one's perception varies that greatly from the perception of the majority or authority? When one babbles on endlessly? When I was younger all I wanted was for others to leave me alone. Now I am alone. Sometime this feels like forever is an unending plague. Being... that which it is to have the essence of being... I hold being in my hands to protect it. Although it is my only savior from death....
Who am I?
I am a little person in a micro cosmos. Here on these black pages I let a little existence out for you to see. I thank you for caring enough to look....
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To you __............:
Finding it hard to focus Every thing changes... all the time don't find me a liar how would you even know in this strange little
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