Deaf Ears.

All I want is a damn release. This time, this place, in this, there is no peace. Always fighting. Always fighting myself, my feelings. Fighting disbelief, fighting despair, fighting those things within me that make me such a damn contradiction. A contradiction. And within it all is my analytical mind, feeding me philosophy. There is nothing? No existence? No past, or future?:

Pollution. Cleansing water. Our minds are both. Bring good upon the world, but don't share yourself! Or compare yourself. Know your limits, don't be free! Can't you see what's wrong, you vapid fools? Freedom. Freedom true does not exist. If you doubt the existence of anything, it should be this!

Then my mind shuts off the far-reaching thought, mostly out of birth-given, fear-driven reflex. Big brother watching me? Seems bad to say no. Worse to say yes. At least between true brothers, there's an amount of love.

Our souls are surely doomed.... If souls exist.