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As
humankind continues with their sorry excuse of a life, I
observe. I experience emotions like others do, yet see things so different. I have observed with the hope to understand the way things are analyzed and handled. I had to conclude that no thought goes into it at all, it is all in automation. I have attempted to copy that in the hope that it would make me fit in, but I don’t. I have tried to “not over analyze” everything I encounter; to live on the edge. Somehow, that only brought me to a place of discontentment. Now I know, there is no other like me; and my cage is for life and that is sad. I sit and ponder on the limitations that have been imposed on me. I want to scream and sometimes I wish to die, yet I am no fool to do it to myself. There is always hope, even while it is evading me; to someday be free. Yet, have a nest I can return to; when I have flown to high and my wings are numb. I am suffocated by the superficial mindlessness of this existence, yet I am here. When will the door of my cage be opened and what will be the price of that freedom. Is there hope that mankind will grow up, away from the childishness if her ways? I am afraid that the answer on probability is no and that I will remain alone. My heart yearns to love with full capacity and to feel someone loving back as bad. When will adoration for all of that which is beautiful as a creation be understood? How can the creator of such exquisite artifacts be honoured with out that? I am here, while everyone else is there and I can not be the same. So, here are the life and the beings of it I so love and an inability to grasp who I am. To me it is sad, while no one else gives a damn. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |