It appears that I have finally grown too uncomfortable with the world around me and what I am either not hearing back or knowing.
Being to shy is an old habit I don't think I'll ever be able to kick. Conveying emotions through spoken or written forms of communication has always been difficult enough, especially when not ever completely understanding them, however communicating them through art without the absolute certainty of self-comprehension that I seem to require in doing so, can never be achieved unless I am completely, and utterly alone.
"We can not get out. The end comes. Drums, drums in the deep. They are coming"