zoophagous

I'm in one of my odd, thoughtful moods.
I want something different.
I want to be free.
Wouldn't that be nice?

Not in america.
Are there any free places left in the world?
Probably not. It is something worth thinking about though. All of the things we let slide through while we sit idly by under a guise of false contentedness.

We become proffesionals at lying to ourselves. Someitmes reality can be a scathing beast, slowly stalking, waiting for just the right moment to strike it's fatal blow. It has no sound, no visable warning......the wounds it leaves do not bleed.....scars on your soul is all you're left with.
Scars that cover scars and kill all feeling. All you can do is look forward to the day that you have so many scars that you become totaly numb to everything. I'm getting close.....

What will it be like? will it feel like freedom, to feel nothing at all?