the infamous mind attack destroyed

when the routine of ‘life’ seem to take whole of your life, you start to search for this essense. and this essense seems to give some meaning. you wonder, you think about it and you tell yourself "it’s okay, i am done with it". yet, and the truth, if there ever was the truth, is (it lingers on). the troubled sensation is your whole life, and you try to compensate with another thought, another activity, another passion, something, just seomthing to take "this" pain away. and you realise that you can never really escape this ‘life’. so you give in, you conform to yourself and the mystery forces. and this is how we trap ourself. i salute to this thing we know as ‘life’, it is truly the best alienating experience. you get first class every time.

to those out there, who believed, who are caught but refused to be part off, who fight and fight against ‘life’ for life. you know time is running up. i think ‘life’ is too big to fight against. and most people are caught in it with a few controling it who are also caught in it. idiots!

what can i say?

so where do we escape to this time? what is the next solution. when do we wait for another problem? the question is what other problem do we create for the future when the only problem is our problem. 

 

and someone, some being, something, or some force, take me now, take me to another dimension and another plain, kill me now, i belong here not. may my ‘life’ cease for a peace of mind. it is hopeless to hope.

before you read on, i have tell you this is a complaint. yes i am filling a complaint and filing for future purposes.

 

 the days are moving, well time seems to be moving but i, i am still.

it’s hard to describe, but perhaps i do not belong to this perceived time

so where has my time gone? what is my time? i do not know

perhaps i do feel it, do i know? well, ah, hmmm

i feel it, my vocabulary and sentence constructs or expression could not articulate it 

i feel like i’m going in the wrong kind of circle, i feel alone in this circle

there are people but i don’t know what to say

who are they? i do not know

i find it hard to adjust, adjusting, mask changing, it is an absurd identity crisis!

it is restricting, the idea of liberty seems more real, the concept seems to be true in this time, the American psycho way

i believe we are definitely doomed, but no one seem to care, and it is my perception, and i am feeling it

so, i was wondering to myself, well, well well, i really, that time is doomed and our individual time is up

ah, i am damn, and damn all "mankind"

this is frustration, indeed it is, and where is this going? someone would might read it, most people won’t, and it will be another day

another perception, another mind

and again i proved my self wrong… logically

this is a complaint after all