The ME inside me

The worst part of life is when you cant say what you have to say, when you have to say , and you lose that somewhere in the present memories, and your thoughts just pass on without relishing its potential of 

"making a difference."

The voice is the only sense that justifies your priorities  when the voice is suppressed down, we have another sense, placed right between our consciousness and our soul, which infuse anger and suffocation... and it is just a matter of time when we become totally blind from 

"the minds eye".

How did i come to music??? . I don't like the attitude of other musicians, they are fake it seems .

 I've acted fake too just to make them believe i am one of them ..

 but those who don't know me , actually know me..  because i don't know them.
Why do i always have a fear that the art will not be appreciated ???
Frank Lloyd Wright was right when he said :

"u cant create stuffs and create weight-
age for them until  you set the stage for the stuff in front of the whole world and have a grand aristocrat auction for it."

I'm mad with how easily can the world let go of any thing so very beautiful ,

but when i give my explanation , They act if it was very normal ,

But if it was then why did i shed a mind's glance at it ??

I've seen it and it is the most frustrating thing in the whole shit bag of excuses.

I am a scorpion , and I ask , is the definition of normal different for all of us ?? then what are we trying to

achieve , a common good??



Common among a world inhabited by organisms all of different genres,
                        no 2 beings on this planet are same. So I know now , its human that matters , naturally we all are different and may end up in our own manner.

the answer that it seems to me right now is that
i spend most of my time vacant for my thoughts to consume me ,
 but engagement in something much more important
and the success after it makes me   alive   for such a big time.