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<blockquote data-quote="JayJay" data-source="post: 10294" data-attributes="member: 147">I wish I knew everything, I wish I understood everything. In my deep fatigue I feel in me this absence of knowledge, of feeling lost in the world and aimless. I see the images, I listen to the music, and there I try to look for answers. I feel I&#039;m still a lost child, I don&#039;t know where I&#039;m going. I wish life were simpler, that there weren&#039;t so many riddles that eat me up inside.Why is everything so difficult? I find myself trapped in the prison of questions, What is all this? Every day I understand less, every day I understand less, every day I drown in questions, over and over again. In particular there is one, and in that one many sensations are hidden, one of them is the extreme anxiety of my soul in that act. An act with which I joke regularly, and to which I do not give so much importance, but I myself understand that it marks a before and after. I am not able to do it, because at that moment the monster of anxiety transforms and grips my heart tight, so tight that it burns it. He keeps me prisoner to the world and to my body.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="JayJay, post: 10294, member: 147"] I wish I knew everything, I wish I understood everything. In my deep fatigue I feel in me this absence of knowledge, of feeling lost in the world and aimless. I see the images, I listen to the music, and there I try to look for answers. I feel I'm still a lost child, I don't know where I'm going. I wish life were simpler, that there weren't so many riddles that eat me up inside. Why is everything so difficult? I find myself trapped in the prison of questions, What is all this? Every day I understand less, every day I understand less, every day I drown in questions, over and over again. In particular there is one, and in that one many sensations are hidden, one of them is the extreme anxiety of my soul in that act. An act with which I joke regularly, and to which I do not give so much importance, but I myself understand that it marks a before and after. I am not able to do it, because at that moment the monster of anxiety transforms and grips my heart tight, so tight that it burns it. He keeps me prisoner to the world and to my body. [/QUOTE]

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