To be, or not to be

Intoxicated. That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to face a lonely existence with sobriety or to seek a momentary refuge in the arms of temptation.

To sleep perchance to dream ...

To escape ...

To forget ...

To the end....................

Dear Mr. Fantasy

I'm finding it increasingly more difficult to be grateful for what I have. Instead, I yearn for what I lack, as I wallow in pity and obsessively ruminate within the confines of my suffocating cocoon.

An intelligent being blessed with the powers of common sense and reason might confront life's many challenges through realistic pragmatism. I, however, have chosen to remain complacent, isolated from reality and foolishly seeking asylum in escapist fantasies.

Solitude

"When they are alone they want to be with others, and when they are with others they want to be alone. After all, human beings are like that."

Nice to know I'm human...

Lie To Me

Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I'm the only one ...

So lie to me
But do it with sincerity
Make me listen
Just for a minute
Make me think
There's some truth in it

-Depeche Mode (Martin Lee Gore)

I Wanna Be Adored

I don't have to sell my soul
he's already in me
I don't need to sell my soul
he's already in me

I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored...

You adore me
You adore me
You adore me

-Stone Roses (John Squire/Ian Brown )

Patience is a virtue

Solitude, whether perceived in a drunken stupor, or real leaves a lot to be desired. That ephemeral glance from afar into the "idealized" life doesn't help matters much either. Voyeuristic knowledge can be cataclysmic, but sometimes obsession requires knowledge. Is it better to be depressed by bad news, than to have no news at all? Is it better to be in control and all alone or give up control and have company? Either way I lose. I despise "happy" people, but is it really hate

... or just envy?