I wondered to myself the other day

How long in isolation is too long? How much suffering is enough, or not too much enough?

Why haven’t I, nah can’t I, break out of that?

Alas, reality is just that, filled with wandering question’s that have no real answer, that are concealed in a haze of fog, that has no edge to be found. Yet the exit is seemingly right in front of you, all around you, but you can not see it, touch it, escape from it.

When you hurt too much, it’s best to hide yourself away from everyone, as to not bring to bear the immense pain and darkness that comes from it upon those who do not deserver it, or did not play a part in it’s creation.

My solution? I don’t know yet. Probably ask myself more infinite questions.

I don’t mean this as a joke, but given the lack of posting I have done, it should help the one bot that will scan this some sort of fodder.