Some songs inspire me to write. I dunno what is, and I'm not implying they're ever a muse worth advocating as it's not exactly Orwell...but it's something, and it gives me the will to write. I dunno..is the human mind as complex as mine? Is it wrong to comment in general..maybe I'm alone in my thoughts..or is that pretentious? There is too much politeness attached to everything. Where..i guess I should just reference myself..here we go again..but it's like one is afraid to own a feeling..or is that just me? See here's the trap wherein to catch the writer.... The self-analytical side of myself that forces me to write in the first place is also incapable of retaining a single tangible string of reasoning...
I know myself to a degree. I'm a person who believes them self incapable of commitment and yet craves affection, socially owned only by those who are committed. Everyone yearns to be tactile, to be close, and yet society would discourage such familiarity...and our constant miscommunication only feeds, perpetuates this ongoing prohibition. Everyone wants to be unique..but I think that nobody is..in fact we're entirely common. Does it make it easier to deal with loneliness believing that we're all too different to understand each other...maybe I view our similarities differently to others. Isn't everyone confused, lonely, ....does it make it easier or harder to believe this? Fucked if I know. I'm not exactly the image of contentment... Aren't friendships just timing,,,it's all just like a super raffle of sorts...Maybe I'm wrong though. Maybe I'll just always be lonely no matter how many people are around. Maybe I'm unique in my own sense of isolation.
