Project Iceberg: Hollow
And so it came to be that the sheep found that once he was ready to face things head on, that he may have been too late. He couldn't seem to find common ground with the people around him. Feeling like he was on the outside looking in, he struck out on his own again.
But this time, he didn't feel strong for being on his own. His herd instincts were pulling hard on him; yet everything around him seemed like some sort of catastrophic movie, too unreal to be real. How was it that everyone around seemed to get along so well, and yet he couldn't get into the same kinds of things?
"Surely, I will fit in with those that share my hobbies..." thought the sheep, and so he tried to find someone to fit in with at the hobby shop. What he found there was unsettling; he was treated well enough, certainly. But nobody was cheering him on when he did well; nobody to commiserate with when he didn't do well. It was the same creeping feeling that the ram was growing more frightened of; the idea that he was alone in a room full of "friends".
Having no luck, the ram decided to look in other, darker places... all the while, feeling decidedly empty and numb. Walking through life, lost in his own ways; "Never have I felt so hollow..." the sheep thought to himself as he clutched a small plush, curled up in bed as sleep refused to come.....
And so it came to be that the sheep found that once he was ready to face things head on, that he may have been too late. He couldn't seem to find common ground with the people around him. Feeling like he was on the outside looking in, he struck out on his own again.
But this time, he didn't feel strong for being on his own. His herd instincts were pulling hard on him; yet everything around him seemed like some sort of catastrophic movie, too unreal to be real. How was it that everyone around seemed to get along so well, and yet he couldn't get into the same kinds of things?
"Surely, I will fit in with those that share my hobbies..." thought the sheep, and so he tried to find someone to fit in with at the hobby shop. What he found there was unsettling; he was treated well enough, certainly. But nobody was cheering him on when he did well; nobody to commiserate with when he didn't do well. It was the same creeping feeling that the ram was growing more frightened of; the idea that he was alone in a room full of "friends".
Having no luck, the ram decided to look in other, darker places... all the while, feeling decidedly empty and numb. Walking through life, lost in his own ways; "Never have I felt so hollow..." the sheep thought to himself as he clutched a small plush, curled up in bed as sleep refused to come.....
Category Music / All
Species Bovine (Other)
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 6.28 MB
Well you're certainly not as alone as you think you are. I've been unable to keep up with online relationships of any sort lately and have only just found the time again to listen to your music, which I've missed being part of my interests for a long while now through nobody's fault but my own.
What you're going through, and what you've written, is similar to how I've been with my artwork. I have little to no desire to create any artwork lately and don't see that changing, but it's reassuring that you're still producing music and that it continues to improve in quality.
What you're going through, and what you've written, is similar to how I've been with my artwork. I have little to no desire to create any artwork lately and don't see that changing, but it's reassuring that you're still producing music and that it continues to improve in quality.
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