By Burgy
Date: 2003 Dec 09
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3 A.M Rantings of a Lovesick Insomniac

Sometimes I wish I could be emotionally sedated. Just have all emotions removed from me, so I wouldn't have to feel anymore. Perhaps if I had an on/off switch, because I surely wouldn't want to lose the good feelings. For once, I would like to be comfortably numb. I'm not asking for happiness, I'm just asking for contentment. But I suppose that what makes us alive is the fact that we can be hurt. Pain is reality. What is the first thing we do when we think we may be dreaming? We pinch ourselves.  Rarely do we get hurt in our dreams, however often we are hurt in real life. It seems almost a sick, sad game in which there is no winner. The point of the game is to play the game. The means have no end, no reward for the effort. Happiness is fleeting, and sadness is reality.