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The following is something I wrote about 6 months ago. I've been trying to find it to post it, but have just now managed to locate it. Unfortunately, it means nothing to me anymore, but I thought it was very descriptive when I wrote it. And so here it is, please give your opinion...it is just a rant.
Grand Ideals leave me exhausted and weak when I try to fit them into reality life lived by a code in theory is empty a living code has no black and white divisions Personal Strength is often also our greatest weakness and the inability to relent becomes a liability still I cannot give an inch in the matter of Heart the matter at hand is dismissed and away no more compromises the basis of my weakness and strength Stand Alone, oh solemn one, be fearless and ferocious such a world as this makes one be tenacious beyond all doubt I am both a friend and enemy to the solemn one at the controls there is no rest or relief for the soul when constant pressure is applied labeled law Heartless and Cold is the only love I can give but I don't ask for much, only aloneliness great peace and great sorrow often find themselves as lovers and mates and create their offspring in the form of silent tears cried for hope and hope lost hope that all is well with this wretched world and maybe it isn't as Dark as it appears at first glance and forevermore Broken Promises spoken through my own lips passed like shards of glass fall upon me impotent Lacerations of futility and the absence of validity in my own word leaves words meaningless how such a thing fell apart with no notice I can never understand how things like this arise in my own mind unforgiving Coldness and Uncaring.