The confines of one's mind. . . why do we fear, envy, and admire it? What is it about soul that we long to know. Why do we seek to see into others souls and search for soul mates? And why in that searching do we all feel lonley? There isn't a person out there who doesn't have that "alone in a crowd" feeling at least every now and then. There isn't a person who wishes for more friends, or less friends, or deeper conections with those friends. We all feel alone, like our trials are the only ones of thier kind. We seek for someone else to open up and tell us that all those little "wrong" thoughts that we have are normal. That other's think the same things even if they, like us, don't want to. We seek reasurance that we are not insaine, that our thoughts and actions are not abnormal, but to keep from exposing that we tell noone of how we feel unless they talk about it first, unless they tell us about the deep seated thoughts that disturp thier peace, that makes them feel like they are alone, and that noone else feels the way that they feel. But without someone to open up first we all remain lonley and openly souless.

Where are you? The one out there who secretly shares those thoughts? The one who knows what is "wrong" and can tell me that it is normal, or at least that I am not alone. Can I not find you because I fear to speak first? and because you also fear to speak first? How will we know, perhaps we will pass each other on our cyber paths and simply remain alone? Our criptic messages although touching and oddly familiar still far enough away that we can not speak, can not find that ever ellusive soul.

   [ POSTED BY Penelope @ 7:26 PM ] [ ]