Too bored and depressed, the doors of success are closed. No way to my desires, the things outside they make no sens. I've lost the sens of all the words, "reality", "life", and so on, they leave me cold with no understanding. Everything that exist to me don't exist for no one. I've poor my life into secret and invisible, things with no names, non-existent situations, and lost contact with everything and everyone. I am stuck with the feeling that everything is lost, stuck with inconstistant fantasies where nobody lives. I poor my life into fiction, I let my visions drone me, only to return empty and unsatisfied as ever. I go to people, I do things, I learn to want outside things, but I stay with a feeling of evergrowing frustration. The more you try the more you get frustrated. Nobody knows what they are doing, but they figure that what theyre doing and thinking is ok, with no need for more, no need for change. Content, we are content, everything goes on, it's ok. The world is filled with what we are, it is for us. Why look for something else? why not knowing? everything is here, everything has been tought, just choose what you want, it's here.