Yesterday.

Is that rain outside, slapping against the roof, sliding down the window? The sky opened up, the rain rushed down. It was obvious, it was raining.

Do you ever look inside of your head, and see all the answers, but not know which one to choose? I find myself over compensating for what I feel is a complex mind. What I have discovered is that my mind is no more complex than the next. My brain struggles in comprehending that. Days that have past, experiences lived. I always point out the obvious, while my brain tells me it is breaking news.

I wonder what it would be like to live a simple life, not held back with the over thoughts, the complicated feelings. What would it be like to know, and to feel without questioning? I guess I will never know, because it is me I am talking about sacrificing. What would it be like, to not be me? Something I will never know, nor do I believe I want to.

Clowns, masked beings, drag queens even. Is it a portrait of who hides inside? Are these images of what they see in their dreams? What are they afraid of? I see inside of me, what I see on the outside. I see a confused boy, an unattended child. I see me, in all my thoughts. Do clowns dream of small cars and big shoes? Do they dream like me and you?

Tied up in my bed. I laid there feeling the energy of a red bull, without actually drinking the red bull. Why am I a prisoner inside me? Why, if I have the key? I stare deep into the darkness, and find what is not there. I dream of all the images I see. I dream of things that cannot be.

Damn it,I am me.