All out inna blazing glory

haha to be honest, i'm not quite sure what i saw today.. haha. well, cos.....well its just the insecure dumbass inside the asylum today...
He talks nonstop, as if he everyone to stop what they are doing and just stare.

He grumbles, about how people today not meaning it when they are getting married. He says they just agree with it and will the priest inside their hearts, to just go on faster and get on with it.
Otherwise why are there so many divorces? he asks.
So many young people telling each other that they love each other, when all they truly want is someone to hug them,
to be with them,
to ease their loneliness.

I know the feeling as well as they do. He says.
i know cos' i felt it myself.
I knew the girl leaning against my shoulder wasn't HER yet, inside me,
deep down, i felt something kick in.
it wasn't lust,
it was just the desire to be wanted,
to know that there was someone who cared for u in the world other than your relatives.
it was a nice feeling.
But it wasn't a sincere one.

It created three paths for the person who experienced it.
The first would be for the person top mistake it for lust, and screw up.
the second would be for the person to take advantage, and fake feelings that he never had.
The third would be for him to become the insecure fool he's always been, because its the easy way out for him. To do what he had always done, always getting the same damnfool results.

But the questions that would be, and still resound in this fool's head would be that would she be the one? whether he was to play the role of the bastard, and ouch her away, before she ever got within the chance and reach of getting hurt by him, or the other way around. or to let things go on, play the gentleman and make his move.
Checkmate. But whose?

He rants on..
He yells at the stairs and cardboards and doors and trays of tiny cups of painkillers.

The actor wears his mask cos he's afraid of revealing too much, of getting hurt. Without a mask, all that you feel are written across your face.
Simple emotions, different interpretations,Different reactions.
Too risky.

Put on a mask, and reveal the hidden emotions within. The ultimate most beautiful expression of the human intention and emotion. Complications, and single intended questions and maybes.
More certainty.

There is more, he yells.
More of it where it came from.
But already the doctors and nurses are restraining him, restoring the asylum back to it former state,

Of Golden Silence

he struggles.
to be free and liberate all from their foolishness.
from their grief
from their troubles.
And be their delievering Messiah.

Yeah, i crept around all that commotion and ran on. Ran on to listen to more stories from the other residents. guess i'll try to post when i can again.. see you soon yeah?