The World

The truth is, I hate the world as much as the world hates me. It does not care for my existence, as much as I do not care for its own as well.

I have lost the sense of duty, and it's like being raped and left to die, without the ecstasy. You have no choice but to wait and limp over to the main road.

Intelligence

I am struck by my limited amount of intelligence, my copious amounts of stupidity that threatens to topple my sense of reality and life. This is compounded by the fact that I need to appear rational and orderly. All these run counter to my ideals of controlled chaos and whimsicality.

The image of the fellow using the rake leaves that sour taste in my mouth. The recent events have my seams stretched beyond the maximum, and it is but a matter of time. Yet my semblance of normality bluffs everyone. I am apparently human.

But for how long?

Stumped

A perceptive pupil asked me if I was happy with my life. I had no answer for him.

Soul wrench

I need to retain my soul in the stuff that I do...