When you sit there you just don't know anymore.
You don't know anything: your thoughts, your love, your
feelings and ideals.
You can just fight with yourself for your thoughts
(or how they should be anyhow)
and your soul get lost in the mess of ideals you should
have...
and then that stupidity room closes on you and you are
starting to sink
you try to arrange it a bit, so you could only take your
head out just enough for one meaningless breath to hold you
for a few more meaningless seconds
and then you drown - all by yourself.
and suddenly you realize it didn't really matter,
so you stop trying and then all the thoughts and feelings
and ideals grow stupidly meaningless -
Now you have found your true silence,
your true peace

and rest.




"There's a chair, in my head,
On which I used to sit
Took a pencil and I wrote
The following on air:
Now there's a key,
Where my wonderful mouth used to be

Dig it up, and throw it at me
Dig it up, n throw it at me"

k's choice - virgin state of mind