Psychological Romantics.

Imagine.

Think about your day. If only for a minute.
Think about all of your actions, all of the things you saw, read, and did.
Imagine that most of your thoughts in that day, are the product of different parts of your brain. Reacting in different ways. Some parts regulating what your attention should be fixed upon, others regulating where your thoughts are stored. If at all.

Now think about who you truly are.
The fabric that makes you, you. If you despise of censorship.
Or if you embrace it. If you feel that the fabric that made you, you; is the product of some machine of produced and displayed information. Or if as I stated previously, each person is a result of the functioning processes of their brain. And not what is inputted into it.

Ask yourself this simple question.
Are you in control of your mind?

Because if your answer to this question remains to be a No.
I severely wish upon you the worst kind of pain.
Only because, you should be in control of your thoughts as far as day to day basis goes. I'm not talking about extreme circumstances. Nor am I singling out those who have some psychological disorders. It is because of those extreme circumstances that I say that.
You have the power to control your thought proceses, and what you are. Alot of people take for granted the fact that for the most part they have control over their lives.
They fail to use the influence that lies at their fingertips. Slowly dying due to its unuse.

Maybe you are just a machine, being programmed daily by TV. Music. News. Government. Other People.

Or Maybe you're like me. You think for yourself, at least enough to realize this malicious truth.

If you're not the programmer, then you're the program.

I say this with apprehension for those people that are being programmed.

I fear for you, and what you'll become. I fear for the very lives of the people that rely on you, like your children and your dependents. I fear for all of those who cannot come to face life and it's horrific yet beautiful truths. I fear for those people. I fear for those who try and shield them from the truth. You're only inhibiting their growth mentally. Psychologically altering them forever.

For all of those that truly program their world daily.
I wish you the best of luck. In getting what you really want.
Though, that would be just too easy for you anyway.
At least, those who know the true tricks of the mind.

Everbody wants something different.

Everbody wants something different.
The irritating five year old wants a damn ice cream cone.
The sixty year old wants the fruit of their youth back.
The teenager wants somebody to understand them, even though it's them not understanding themselves thats the problem.
The mother wants her kids to stop fighting.
The sister wants her dolly back.
The brother wants vengance.
The actor wants fame.
The lonely wife wants attention from anywhere she can get it.
The bussiness man wants to be at the carefree top.
The poor man wants money.
The rich man wants stability.
The drunk wants more booze.
The smoker wants their smoke.
The nympho wants their sex.
The attention whore wants.. well. Need I really explain this one?
Everybody wants something.
Some sort of vice, action, provision or reward.
Some people say they need them. I couldn't really tell you if that was true.
However, this just proves just how teetering on the edge we really are. Because all of these people can find solutions; can in some way or another find a way to live without their wants.
Yet no one ever does.
They all just sit and surrender all intelligence to have their life maintain it's original state.
You know what I want?
No no.
What I need.
I need for everyone to shut up for a second.
Just one second, the world would be silent.
And in this sweet surrender I shall bask, because this one second would be my nirvana.
No complaints.
No gripes.
No problems.
Silence.
And everone's problems would be solved.
Because they'd finally have time to think.
Before they speak or act.

Enjoy the silence. If only for a second. It's my only escape.