Ramble

I began to write a story yet can't recall its beginning or end. Social structures inhibit the minds true potential to improve the real issues that hinder us all. Universal beings pretending not to know that we all truly belong together. With music's notes and the sounds of life's screams and joys I reminisce on all the loves that have been lost. These riotous thoughts exhaust my daily mind. I play games in the day dreams, which is the personal preference that most of us would love to permenantly inhabit. But what does this prefernce say about our reality. Is it not satisfying enough that we feel we must always escape. This nonsense, non allowing, creative tyrant reality filled with rules and limitations. These empty careers in search of self made happiness, telling our physical brains its functions are limited, that the truth is unknown and can't be reached. How that substances assist the final result and can release this knowledge but the sobriety of self deters all the intellecutal growth. How have the complexities of emotions been categorized, understood, and underminded. I told myself today that all the social constrictions are to be thrown away, dismissed. This is just a ramble on a rainy day and meant to be taken lightly.