And what shall the choice be, will I push them out or will they slip away from me?
Am I destined to be surrounded by the silence or closed in a corner of nothingness?
All alone here in the blackness of thought with only the stories and images I spin touching my deepest of souls?
And where are all the people,the ones who I knew?
They are here, all here with me.
And yet I never felt such acute isolation as when I am among many people.
thoughts of a whimsical artist
Saturday, May 29, 2010
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