The non - additional silence.

Gosh, the silence of suburbia can be so loud
The stillness of talking houses can clamor
I am dissatisfied trying to pump fuel in a bottomless container
The natural order of things has me wanting more of what i think i am missing
i don't want to be here, i am suffocating and having these things i possess doesn't seem to be making much of a difference for me

i want to escape the norm
yet everything that i have in the norm has me tied down to it

the needs that you can't fulfill, i do not know how to hangle and supply myself

its confusing, i can't stand this

Routine that takes over a life and consumes is not routine its a life drain

When all you know is what you are going to wake up and do the next day and there is no guessing no thrill...How can life be a descriptive to that existence
What i have is not overflowing me


I need assurance
I need continual flow within
I need freedom not from problems yet from not being bothered by them.

I keep finding myself being reminded of Joyce Meyer.

I need life...She says its Jesus...Lets Google Joyce Meyer.