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What is it to exist?
I feel odd, stupid, because I'm not unique in thinking this, foolish because I feel deep but I'm sure it's false.
I once thought that perception was more real than reality, but I cant besure. I've been brought to question my motives for doing things.
Do I do stupid things on purpose? Do I get close, and then pull away? Do I disconnect my self, just to have those that will me to be connected pay attention? Am I such a fool? An attention whore?
Is the point of even this meaningless prose to stimulate such a reaction?
Do I even truly feel this way? Or am I mirroring what I see in others.
What am I?
Why am I?
Why do I ask such stupid questions, what is the point of a question with no plausible answers?
Do I will for her?
Am I motivated by loneliness? No man would wish to be alone forever, to be totally disconnected, but perhaps he might wish to start again, abandon that which he has built to start anew? But does he not become frustrated? With he silly social niceties that it requires to start again? Does he not fear, the idea that what he has already built will fall with neglect and crush him?
Does he want to be crushed? Does he, like I, will to have those that he adores look for him?
If so, what sort or wretch is he?
What sort of abomination am I?
 Shahmat · Mon Oct 24, 2005 @ 10:38pm · 1 Comments |
