Deterioration or Confusion

My fingers burn with the urge to write something…anything relevant to the recent days. The ever expanding distances in my relationships, the incredible excuse for a human being/genius in music theory, my constant desire to be alone which reeks of a misanthrope. I sit and ponder about my life and all I produce are false fears and far fetched hopes that only exist behind the blockade I call my mind, like writings on a wall. I feel I have lost the ability to think, to communicate. My mind is caught in a war between reality and my own twisted perception of it. And I’m out of ideas.