Uncertainty

It's been a while, and the further I take myself, the shorter the distance gets.
I flow and flow; I'm a river of molten lava in a crystal drop of nothingness.

I was sitting down, watching TV as I tried to pin down the pain in my chest and as I was wrapping it around my finger I suddenly realized I had completely detached from my soul... I tried to get back to it, but my pain dragged me through the universe.

It's just past midnight, and it feels like I've lived for a 1000 years. I can't find my pain; I can't find the pleasure of swimming through the emptiness.

New to this

Well... this is my very first attempt at this blogging thing.
I've been told many, many, many...many, many, many times how I'm too hard to get to know, and that I never speak, that I should open up, and talking is the cure to relationships. Even though I "respectfully" disagree, it's hard to argue with a pop-culture assumption such as this one. I still wonder, though, how do the the monks do it without talking so much and get along so well?

Anyway, this is my first self induced help at opening up. I don't even know if there is a soul out there that will give a shit about what's inside, and I'm afraid I'm gonna scare the hell out of my wife's pants once she starts to dig too deep inside me, if there's any depth inside my mind that is. Maybe I'm so shallow that she will just laugh at me.

Wish me luck?