academic_improvements Joana. Solitude and doubt clutch at me now Like long lost companions That come now drunk and desperate Meeting my eternal welcome [Thought I had disposed of them And courtesy isn't applicable here] Such suffocating silence in this place Blinding the senses, shutting all senses Entangling sense with nonsense Mixing it all together in some delirium Running aimlessly through the fields Neurotic laughter of disturbed minds Prancing about with hands entwined Turning a mockery out of my seriousness The words that are constantly blurted out As if there was no place for contentment In the island of Utopia Weary only of melancholy The doubt clutches more firmly Mistaking the reason for knowledge And I flee from the Dionysian creatures Threading through the vivid fields Holding on to the Prozac That keeps me sane as only I am And retire to my empty solace Where you seem only an illusion That I will indulge some other moment. 010617 ... F b bud. those are .... words from the sun 010617 what's it to you? who go blather from