I'm feeling rather cut off from the rest of the world. I dunno why. Maybe it has something to do with the swirling snow outside, making transportantion not impossible, but not exactly a jaunt in the park. It could be the headphones blocking all other noise from my ears. Except maybe the occasionally loud tap of the keys as I spll my heart on volatile pages. The psychic lyrics running across the LED screen in my mind tell me what is to come, if I don't try to stop it all. they taount me, watch me as I writh in my seat, wondering how it will all end out. The voices of angels speak the words of the devil, their sweetness distracting from the bitterness of the words. Something about them makes you want to open your eyes and face the world for the beast that it is, and yet another something makes you want to keep your eyes shut tight and see the world as it is in your mind- a small, safe kitten, just wanting a little attention. I dunno what you need to face the beast of the world, but I know I don't have it. Out of my many (few) characteristics, whatevr is needing is missing. Maybe it's just me that's missing. My shell is here, but someone forgot to finish.