Immobilization

Stress piles up. I'll climb to the top and look out onto the scene below. There's nothing to see but the distressing lack of pleasure left in this place. The location is only a metaphor for what we're really doing and the pleasure is nothing more than an idea that once existed in a fleeting way.

Call me cynical. I'll agree with you. But I'll still stand against everything I'm supposed to stand for. I'm stuck to the past by some adhesive that represents my nostalgia in some abstract and artistic way. I hold on to pain as pain is synonymous with the time I wish to do over again, and do a better job with. I am a living contradiction of rationality. The journey of my pursuit of happiness will never even begin if I can't figure out what it is that I long for.

"Love is the answer until you get cancer. Then you're lying, dying, dead."