Off with his Head

So I get up with a headache, not a good feeling. I'm up and going for work and listening to "Lions, Tigers, and Bears" By Jasmine Sullivan and began to wonder. It tickles me cause I don't like being open. Yet I write about things that burn me inside. The various music I listen to touch different aspects of my life. Sometimes I'll skip a track cause I won't want to deal with that emotion. Emotions are weak. I digress.

Fear. I don't fear anymore. Being alone isn't the question, being with one is. Not to sound dark anything, it just dawned to me. Do we make our selves sad? Funny, cause who would want to hurt themselves? When I hear something or seeing something, it triggers something in my mind. I fall under this mode of analyzing. It was scary, why am I thinking this way.

I've noticed a lot. Human behavior and how we destroy ourselves and lie to ourselves within society. I'm not apart of it, well I'd like to think so. We're no greater then the fellow creatures on Earth. What makes me feel cold within is knowing I know nothing at all. We know nothing at all. All we have is hope. So "opening up" is another human emotion of needing to want to feel special. Why am I on Earth. I speak of what we fear speaking of... no apologies. Your going to need surgery.