It's becoming increasingly difficult to communicate with normal people, i feel like i'm not living in their world and my senses have shut down for them . The good thing is special people show up nearly everyday, strangers i meet for the first time and seem to share same interest . I dont know where these people come from or who send them to me , but the frequency is rather high lately . I'm really thankfull for this . Only i wish it was easier to join forces and find our way out of this labyrinth of modernity .
I feel like i'm living in the wrong century . Fitting in somewhere is nearly impossible . I feel at home within my own personal space and the space of people who are in the same frequency of thought and emotion . That's it , everything else is alien and has an air of violence and indifference . An air of which i am not made and i don't like to pretend to be part of it .  I can't kill myself , i love this life somehow . It is perhaps so that in every hellish surrounding one can find the most beautiful flowers , and once you 're in that odour ...heaven reaches out it's hand ...and for an instant there is true caress.