Sound familiar?
Ever feel like a survivor was trying to keep to himself? I tried to keep a lot of myself to myself. Not good.
I found this in one of my journals from last night. It's an attempt to express the self perpetuating cycle of isolation that I rode. Maybe I still ride it.
Loneliness is a cloak. I hide behind it as a proficient misfit, dependent on interpersonal clumsiness to keep this garment in good repair. Naked without my solitude I fight back with outbursts of irrationality. Now something other than human, I will not rejoin the race that spawned me, the people who betrayed me. Truly, there is no place like home.
Sorry,
Joe
I found this in one of my journals from last night. It's an attempt to express the self perpetuating cycle of isolation that I rode. Maybe I still ride it.
Loneliness is a cloak. I hide behind it as a proficient misfit, dependent on interpersonal clumsiness to keep this garment in good repair. Naked without my solitude I fight back with outbursts of irrationality. Now something other than human, I will not rejoin the race that spawned me, the people who betrayed me. Truly, there is no place like home.
Sorry,
Joe
