What's In Your Head?

Melancholic, neurotic, mentally maladjusted, disoriented, overwrought, all of the above.. I don't even know what I'm feeling. I'm not even sure if I am even feeling. I wish I could lie down with someone whom I can just blabber off with, float with, and talk about parallel universes with; and how the landscape of reality is simply too harsh for anyone and that we deserve to be on another plane of existence. Perhaps one where a utopirian (is there such a word) lifestyle is the focal point of everyone's agendas. Money wouldn't be a problem because money wouldn't even exist, and the riches - both tangible and intangible - will be equally distributed amongst everyone. There is no cycle of poverty - where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer - nor will there be any form of discrimination, stigmatism or hatred. The only kind of drama there will be is the kind where we love, and lose love. Everybody's thoughts will be out in the open and there will be no hidden agendas.

I like you, you like me, let's fuck.

We don't have chemistry, but we can be friends.

Cloning would be possible for the unfortunate. The extreme end of narcissm would exist and everybody would be okay. Nobody would be suffering from any form of inadequecy, for there will always be the one for everyone. And if there isn't, the cloning machine is always available. And this, exactly this, is the reason why I wished there was someone with idiosyncratic thoughts as myself..

..for I live in my head where I am sheltered by an impenetrable thick layer of bone mass.