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I want to be unknown again,

This face has no recognition in anyones mind.

I want to be alone again, i want to stay that way.

I want to be heart broken, and sad and upset to myself

i dont want anyone listening in on me

illusions to be forgotten in misty clouds of recollection, just a fantasy to everyone



leave existance, and be the one who nobody knew or talks about

be the faceless face, the voiceless voice,

the one who blends into the crowd.



i see a pattern emerging within myself and i'm quick to change before i form a habit.

any behavior that can be formulated can be traced, and with no traces, there is no me,

i want to be alone again, and be the one by the sea

i want to be alone again, and live my life away from others

i dont want friends, or enemies, or people who i can nod my head to.

i want to be the person who wears pastel colors to blend in with everything

i want to be the guy at the party who can just walk in without so much as an eye given to him



i dont want to have to change who i am either.  i need more than i want, i ache, i pain, i feel too pressured to live.  i feel too forced into social interaction, i just want to be sure, and definite about what lies ahead, i dont want to live my life for you or me or anyone, i dont want to live my life, i want to be able to stand back, and watch it be lived, so i can see how everyone acts to stimuli, so i can see how everyone loves to hate, and everyone wallows in their depression like an actor on stage.  the middle child who was so forgotten that even being a celebrity doesnt make them feel loved enough.  motivation like that is worthy of clinical documentation.  being in the spot-light, so you can talk about how great you are, fishing for compliments, and getting upset when you realize that you cant swim in your fame because its too shallow, just like you.  I want to be me, without having to communicate with anyone else.



I'm going to leave this awful place, in search for something to live for.  I'm going to go to a place where television is replaced by social interaction, where reading about a Secret Garden is replaced by building a labrynth and tending it.  Where you can be alone but still be around everyone without having to worry about a single thing, because nobody cares too much about how you look, and hyper activity and over stimulation is balanced out by rigorous exercize of the overactive parts.  including imagination.  nullified by our own statements, we'll be the ones who get to deal with our problems, not our children.  when we fuck up, it will be us who gets the blame, not the nearest scapegoat, the quota for priceless moments will rise in correlation to the amount of actual living that we experience.  telephone conversations will be replaced by tangible efforts of trying to communicate.  

lifestyles will be measured by how happy one is, and not by how happy one appears.  living for lust and six sick sins of delight will be seen as crude and primitive.  new emotions will be experienced and words that have been out of date or obsolete will be reinstated with new vigor and meaning.  words like euphoria will be condemned for their lack of meaning, words like love and hate will not be used for their measure is only comprabable when the other is in use, so in order to truely love someone, you have to truely hate someone as well.  balance will be an art-form taught in school, where it will be built upon and perfected to the point where perfection isnt a matter anymore, where it will be embedded within ourselves.  it will be an evolutionary concept so elementary and necessary, it will be on the same level as consciousness and vertebrates.

Getting rid of invention is the best thing we can do for ourselves.