There is this great sense of isolation, a feeling of aloneness in the present reality. I live like an empty shell rolling along a sandy shore, the waves pushing and pulling me along. The more I realise I presently live without apparent purpose and meaning, the more difficult it is to pull out of the non-constructiveness of it all. Sick of this feeling, I attempt to purge the feeling out in writing rather than rationalising it.
Soon I will rationalise and eventually resolve this aloneness.
