Mi reflejo en el espejo

   Sometimes It's hard to break out the frame of mind I'm in, so what if I'm narrow minded at times? I cant help but see things my own way and the rest of the world is wrong. I'm not part of that world which I despise, I'm part of my own. If my world is this small I don't mind at all, at least it's my own.

   This trip did not clear my head at all, as far as I know as soon as I got there I wanted to come back and do something else, It's strange how one wishes to go away by themselves or with just one specific person. That person was not in this trip by the way.

   I was trapped in this moving cage with wheels, with three other people that do not understand my situation, people so close to me yet so far, that there are times I cant recognize who they are. "Friends" they are called and I consider them so, for at one time some of them saved my life but, what is the price I have to pay for me to be by myself when I have to be surrounded by these people? I need my time, I need my space, I need my pen and my paper to gather my thoughts in black and white. So that is why I enjoy my small piece of loneliness, I stray myself, lose myself just so I can get that time and space I need to breath, to reconcile my spite against life; yes I loathe it.

   I stay in my little shell, My small box of thought and lunatic's ideas, I am exactly that, a caged lunatic.