Lately there’s been an overload of excess energy in the air. I’ve been taking it in and the after effect is less than desirable. I’ve got the blah mood that makes me itch. “Humanity” seems alien to me.
The toxicity of it all creeps slowly upon me, like shadows hiding the sun. It’s hard not to throw stones and cast judgement. I must stay afloat. The urgency is overwhelming yet false.
Life is good. Yet I complain, longing for more. Irony. I don’t even know what I want despite the craving. I suppose I simply long for conversation and interaction, yet I’m disappointed. Why am I always on the outside? Why can’t my needs and desires be simple minded? Why can’t I be satisfied? Is this a reoccurring trend.
I need to concentrate. I need to create and make something beautiful or this feeling will not quickly evaporate.