The Obscure

I feel kind of like I want to stab myself right now. I'm not saying I'm want to kill myself, not in the slightest, I just want to stab myself through the heart. If it weren't for the restrictions imposed on me by my physical well-being (or dare I mention, life) I would stab myself, right now in fact. The way I see it, everyone should be able to experience a blade piercing their heart at one point or another, I just don't want to die; I just want to feel that cold yet fiery steel pierced through my heart, is that so wrong? It's not suicidal, it's.... curiousity.

I've tried to explain that to countless people and they never get it. I don't know why it's hard to get, then again, I am a wierd fellow. I got wierd desires and wierd ideas rolling around in my skull, show me a tin can and I'll show you a child, show me a cereal box and I'll tell you the meaning of life. That's how it is for me, I find ideas and personifications, manifestations and incarnations of my own imagination's creations in everything; and every one, every single idea I pick up from my view of the world is different from yours, which is different from theirs, which is different from His, which is different from everyone else's on the polluted rock we call home. Think about it, that is our lot in life. To walk amongst our fellow man and our kindred spirits, without ever really knowing or experiencing any of the world as they see it. When you think about it for more than a moment you realize that we are fully, truly, completely and in every aspect of the word... Alone.