some sort of window

Oh it has begun- the unsettling process where the layers are stripped from my mind and all I'm left with is myself. Ever hear a song that seeps into your core and thoroughly rattles you to the bone? Songs are poetry, poetry is words. Great words are those that cause you to see a situation in a way you never would have thought to perceive it.

Everyone lives in their own unique way. Sometimes people do things that seem wrong in the eyes of others but we must remember that each person is only doing the best they know how with what they have been given. As I ponder this I feel so symbolic that it becomes tragic.

What does it mean to be alone? These words leave my mind and become hauntingly alone on the page. Sometimes the more people you have surrounding you the more alone you begin to feel. It's inescapable. You are trapped inside your body, or perhaps outside of it. The world swirls by you so fast you swear you almost miss it. Maybe you do miss it. Maybe you want to miss it. Maybe by missing it you will be able to find it.

We never know what we have until it is gone.