here goes nothing

They say fear stems from the unknown. When you are enlightened, does the fear really cease?

I'm sitting here, in front of my laptop, Listening to music box instrumentals. I turn and look around my room. The spread out posters. The cluttered shelf. The messy table. The walls. The space. I feel the punch of melancholy and solitude. Tears start to well up in my eyes, but none fallen.

Made me paranoid. But got me thinking about humanity.