Journal of a An Idiot in a Corrupt World.

Journal

12/2/12 

As I am typing this writing out , I feel silly and incomplete at the same time. Puffing my chest like a wild man showing his dominance , I laugh at this as a act of feminism.( I wish extreme feminist did not take this serious , but that is what makes them extreme) I feel incomplete. I feel hopeful. I feel sad , but glad , for I feel like I am at home again , in the solitude of my heart and mind. It isn't everyday that I think. I think? What a pace of change. With this act , I am venturing into my mind , a barren tundra painted with white skies with white floors to match and red grass dotting the land. I am only a caveman in this tundra , but lets see what this caveman has to offer. I am enjoying this , but it would be nice to have close intimate mates to share this with. It only came to this after I feel could my own decay.

12/8/12 

Hear the screams, echoing , swaying from wall to wall of feelings and thoughts.

 See how the screams run , confined in a prison called a heart. 

You see watch this prison . I am the Warden. I am the Guard. I am the Prisoner.

 See the screams , I tell you . The terror of this beast. This beast lures in every corner , but yet I have not seen it once. 

Its not that I can not see the screams , but what brothers me that I can not hear it move. It taunts me so much, it lures me to darkest of dead ends. 

The worst is I have seen its face

I do not wish this horror on anyone 

For it looks so much like me

Author's Note

Just my personal thoughts about each day.

I would like if readers would share their day with me, to see the world in different eyes.