that's the poet in me right now i'm just trying to find something to connect myself to this world... in the last two years i nearly i have found my self deattached to my passions and virtually everything around me. when i can get some thoughts stimulated about anything i kinda cling to it the best i can... it's strange...
quite frankly the only think i can get somewhat interested in is why i'm so disinterested in life... Is it a Disinterest in my Interest of why I am Disinterested? or is it an Interested Disinterest in my Disinterest?