=Inner Voice=

Sometimes words are only comprehended when in the mood. In rereading some of my writings, I don't always understand the train of thought.

Too many words, too much information, my head echos. But I guess minor details and explanations are useful.

Now, lets talk Pressure. It can be a dangerous thing. Most objects have low Bursting-Levels, yet others were designed to withstand to the last fiber. Not so much humans in fact.

Per say, its nice to have someone with whom to share thoughts and ideas with, and most importantly, someone who laughs at the same foolishnesses of life together. To not always hear your laughter bounce around in a room where if at all anyone present, is nevertheless disowned by the breathing and somewhat-alive individuals in the room. Yes, what joy to smirk across the room when a fishy situation takes place, and have your partner in crime smile back. Its beautiful.

But like everything in life, it has a price.

Sometimes you do want to be alone, with out the distractions provoked by the mutterings and snapping of extremists, in both character and the world. Its overwhelming, and somedays more than others.

Lack of words isn't always the problem, but lack of creativity skills to weave them together and create something meaningful to the reader. Small paragraphs always seem better when the same message is set across than the larger one that took too long to wrap up the point. True. Sad, but True.

The Pressure of time, punctuality, creativity expectations, and for todays sake, memorization can very well reach the B-Levels of any individual glazing their way in this planet. Yet, Oh how beautiful are the things that surround me, not always the humans but the tranquil living species like plants and flying bees. I don't know if in their peacefulness and seemingly undisturbed lives are  mocking the realities of human behavior or are a small whisper to remind those who in despair, seek for something better. Bringing to memory, that one can make the best out of things no matter how hard the situation. Im glad my hope is not blind from the disillusionment of this world.

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As a last note: Im pretty sure the amazing human brain can remember to the last extenuating detail, but sometimes I think I need a tune up.