Stream of Consciousness.

In the stream of consciousness we are all moving water. Our minds, our thoughts, our decisions. We are all moving and floating in the current that is our environment, our space. We are friends, we are enemies, we are lovers. Whatever we are, we are all moving. Twisting and turning through the roots of our system, one minute splashing against the banks of our families, the next crashing and shattering against the rocks of our friends and friends turned enemies. Yet, we are always moving. In the stream of consciousness I reside, I observe behind closed eyes the moving river, I feel in the stillness of darkness the flow of the people in my life. I hear in my ears, deafened by the roar of a generation lost to a society of hedonistic, self-destructive ignorance, the cries and laughter of a tragedy. And I sit, still in this moving river, an island of thought. In the swirling darkness of the greatest depths I sit in the silence of my own self-reflection. 

And I think to myself, “…why bother…”.

Why bother reach out, why bother concern myself with this pathetic world around me. This hopeless generation born from an even more hopeless society. Fueled by greed and motivated by pleasure. I am surrounded by an endless mass of idiotic conformity. It sweeps past me into the darkness, the laughter and pride of feeble men, the hungry, insatiable desires of poisonous women. We are all sick. We have all been stricken with a disease. And as I sit here listening to these passing voices, I remain in my place. An island of solitude. An island of never-ending thought. There is no point in reaching out and trying to grip this water, we are all heading towards a very dark abyss.