Congestion.

I need a new outlet. My creativity is being stifled by my inability to express it adequately. All these ideas and feelings piling up, consuming my mind, because I can't find the right way to get them out. It's driving me insane... I need a change. I need new inspiration to feed these ideas, so they won't become so singularly themed. I need a lot of things, but mostly I need to something new. Something different. A new muse, and a new outlet. I need to get this out of my head so I can actually think again. So every moment of every day can be more than a vague sense of life fogged over, obscured, by a million points of darkness and light, like static inside my brain, a veil of thoughts and feelings carefully separating me from reality. So I can be part of this world, not just an observer. So I can feel real again. That or I need to be able to totally disconnect, to stop worrying myself sick about everyone and everything else so I can work myself out of this slump. So I can clear the noise. So I can lift this mist from my senses and live again. Or at least so someone can understand that my world is more than just what exists, what we see and hear and feel... So someone else can enter my world and see the things I've seen. Feel what I've felt. So someone can understand me. I feel so isolated, and it's my own fault. I can't escape it, my own little internal hell. It's more real to me than the "real" world. I'm tired of being lost in it. I need to find my way back to the land of the living. I need to get back to reality and find a way to show people the world I've seen. The place that lives inside my head. It's tearing me apart.