Something, Cosmic Is Up

Something, Cosmic Is Up

This is killing me.

The Problem:

It feels like, I’m trapped on a desert island, lost at sea. And, I’ve been here, for going on six years. No one to really talk with, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is coming to rescue me.

The isolation has reached epic proportions. It is just enough, to make a man want to die. Doesn’t feel like my needs are being met, or really cared for beyond just having a roof over my head, and something to eat.

Maybe, a person should be thankful for that much? Still, it doesn’t feel good. They say, “No man is a island.” Not sure if the isolation, is punishment, or a blessing? It would be nice to know that it isn’t punishment. It is so severe. Why would a blessing feel like punishment?

A person’s mind can make a hell of heaven, or a heaven of hell. — unknown

Feels like the odds are ruthless here. No one seems to care, or listen.

Talk with me. Please.

-c