Mindless Thoughts

I'm one of those people who likes to talk about talking.
Perhaps the process of thinking?
The "why"s.
I've learnt not to expect an answer.
If you have to ask why over something such as actions, then you're just going to get opinions.

I wish I were wiser.
And capable of expressing my self in words better.
It would be so much easier if I could just compose a piece and play it for everyone who means something to me.
Too bad I don't feel inspired enough.

I sit on the computer hours a day.
Harming my wrists.
Just to talk to a bunch of strangers.
Some would say I'm just trying to take the easy way out and escape reality.

It's frighteningly quick and easy to convince yourself that someone you're talking to is something they're not.
Without being physically present the mind can create a personality in another person that is pleasing.
It's harder to focus on the flaws in strangers on line if you're not willing to see them.

I don't know what I'm talking about.
I'm sure there's some reason for me saying this.
I sound so thoughtful, yet I'm too close-minded to even dwell into my own observations.