Hysteria

What’s all the fuss? There’s commotion everywhere I look, in whatever I hear, in whatever I feel. Everyone is just scurrying around…rats claiming their stake on the bread before it’s their own turn to be prey to the cats. There is no logic, no order, no sense.

I am confused. I try to look at the bigger picture. I try to find my answers in alternate sources. The ultimate creator was surely not in a good mood when he decided to create humans. Certainly not his best creation, are we?

But I find the same emptiness everywhere. The same signature lack of substance. I come back more disoriented than ever. Would the world ever make sense to me? Would I ever be able to communicate with it? I think I’m yelling but noone’s listening. I think I’m crying but noone’s looking. I think I’m bleeding but noone’s caring. I think I’m living but noone’s noticing.

Such shallowness, everyone’s just talking, it’s so crowded in here. Where is my peace? Who will give me my answers?

I need to find logic in this disorder. Need to find a world within myself. The answers lie within me. I am the power I need. I need to close my eyes, shut my ears and numb my senses to the rest of them, and find my peace within.