Sunday, April 5, 2009

Pandora can't go back into the box - he only comes out.




Twisted, head over heels, upside down, inside out and simply unexplainable, all at the same time. Brain clouded by nothingness and something unclear at all times. Distracting confusion that comes and goes more quickly than any other desire of understanding. No sense of direction no matter where you face or turn. Roller coaster trails that can hardly ever be followed, as if it were a trick to just fall into and never come out alive. A dead end wall that seems to be climbable, but can never quite get over or near the top. Circles that make believe progress in your mind, but doubtful in your heart. An intertwining maze that only get more difficult with each turn and twist. A feeling of emptiness that lingers in the core of your body and soul, that never gets relief or fulfillment of any kind. A black hole of nothing that cannot be explained just described as something that just constantly eats away at you, day in and day out, sunrise to sunset, and all over again. A misunderstanding that never gets straightened out. A potentially beautiful picture that never gets finished. A meaningful, genius, life fulfilling book that never gets published. Just everything important to you your entire life, forgotten as if it never happened. Vacant inside. Desolate. Hollow. Insubstantial. A thesaurus of words that all mean the same only to capture and describe every single angle. That what it means to someone that feels the same broken, miserable vacuity day after day, with no end in sight.