isolate slothisily all i can think about is the beauty i'm missing and i know i'm missing it because i can't feel it, i can't touch it, i can't own it i see it everywhere in the trees in the sky in the stars in the universe in people but not in me i have this urge to keep everything inside to keep to myself to isolate me from everything but i can't do it i can't give it all up i don't even know what i would be giving up or why but i know that i can't i feel like i am dying but maybe it's just the pain of living but comfort and knowledge come with pain 050409 what's it to you? who go blather from