Inside Your Room

Underworld - Dark and Long (Dark Train)

In your room, inside your mind, always empty, nothing to find.

This is the pretentious line I could come up with today. It's my schtick and it seems to resonate with people to some degree regardless of the outcome. Whether it be praise or criticism (mostly silent criticism I suppose), I begin to ignore and delve further into myself. It's safe for the most part, however it's also progressive insofar as it is really the only path to go. Perhaps images of introvertness spring to mind, however one would delve into themselves and choose whatever action feels necessary. There are people who take it upon themselves to respond with a snide remark or with unadulterated violence. Either way, you choose how to react, hence the self implosion of personal action. The fights that occur on the street caused by reacting to criticism and the like is an act of selfishness. I choose to stay silent and it's still as selfish, cutting people from my true feelings. Many people ask for how I truly feel, but I feel that it's necessary for others to carry on as they are, being who they are without my own selfish influences. Were I to tell someone that they were making my life uncomfortable (their conversation or smell even) it would be rather hurtful. It's only hope that keeps me under reassurance that both parties of this invisible altercation are focused on a similar and ultimate goal.

I don't trust this feeling and neither do I trust myself. The room of the inner mind keeps shifting right from under my consciousness.