Despondency

Long days are gone.. Yet remain a hint of the greys... I cannot remember the last time I had the patience and the drive to write something... something greater and deeper than lethargy has set in.. All those thoughts are so loud..I don't even want to hear it.. I see why people sometimes wish they didn't know what they never knew.. Why is it that now I don't feel the need to even utter words?.. I no longer feel it is necessary to know things.. Am I of the school that finds bliss in ignorance?... What state of mind is this? Is this something everyone feels thus nullifying my individuality? Am I after all just like everyone else....? Am I just trying to find my 'identity' and 'individuality'?... Things happening about this world does not interest me.. So am I truly of the ignorant?... Do these things pop in your average person's head? How honest am I? How much do I know about the world around me that I go about questioning things... Is a basic level of knowledge a prerequisite to pose questions? Why the superiority? What does really go in here when the 250+ bpm blast beats rip through... Is this confusion? ...Why this solace in the dark?.. Words that go unspoken say far more than most words that *are* spoken..
Silence to me is the fading away of the ringing sound.. The clarity of the period in between the next blast beat... It's the shimmering surface on which my mind glides... It's the period in between a girl on the street casually noticing you and the second interested look...It's the night.. It's the rain.. It's the howling wind...er.. Ahem.. Got carried away there....ah Well I'm smitten by the dark one... ah the sheer beauty of intelligence.. Always humbles me and brings me to my knees.... For now... I am smitten..