Inside my mind: the monster machine

19 apr 12- Solitude. Alone in my car.. A stale desert wind chills my face. The sun retreats from another unproductive day, leaving me alone again with my thoughts. The vortex of irrationality spins with great force inside my head.  My unconscious mind digs into itself, creating false wounds in a narcissistic attempt to lure me into self pity.. But it's too late. A beacon of light has already exposed the smiling, shiny-toothed monster. I am exposed. The light pours over the crevices of my brain, dispelling hallucinations of injury. Projecting the radiant picture of truth: the injury of others.  This new image is so vivid, graphic and utterly devastating. I pause in awe of its presence. So unfamiliar, yet natural. I command the monster and he billows waves of guilt over my barren psyche. The ego sits lazily in its chair of approval, but my savior doesn't allow this. Voices are attached to the projection. Screams of pain and ultimate frustration course thru my veins, only this time they aren't my own.  The heart attempts to take over what the desolate mind cannot comprehend. Beating faster without understanding. Without true compassion or empathy. The entire process comes into focus. A flawed machine clunks on fossil fumes, spitting out a powdery black smoke... (to be continued)