I Feel a Disconnection From the World
Never Really Was... I feel a disconnection from the world. It has been there for as long as I can remember, and I don't know how to reestablish the connection. Maybe a decent acid trip will do the trick, maybe it won't. Maybe I will always feel this detached. Maybe I never really was connected to begin with. Maybe it's just me and that's all I'll ever be.
I recall the Pink Floyd song Hey you; from the second disc of The Wall. In which Pink tries to reach out and communicate with those outside of the wall.
"But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain."
Those few lyrics accurately describe my current state of mind. For almost two years now I've been trying to connect to a world that I feel isolated from, a world that seems intent on casting me away. Am I wasting my time?
Will I succeed in making contact with this obscure world? Or am I condemned to the life of the outsider - waiting for the worms to eat into my own brain.
I recall the Pink Floyd song Hey you; from the second disc of The Wall. In which Pink tries to reach out and communicate with those outside of the wall.
"But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain."
Those few lyrics accurately describe my current state of mind. For almost two years now I've been trying to connect to a world that I feel isolated from, a world that seems intent on casting me away. Am I wasting my time?
Will I succeed in making contact with this obscure world? Or am I condemned to the life of the outsider - waiting for the worms to eat into my own brain.
31-35, F
