I in the room again. A welcome prison. I love it here in my prison/room. I am hermit. I fear agoraphobia. I never want to leave. I need to leave. I don't know how I got here. I don't know how to get out. I need drugs to sustain myself. Caffeine, Nicotine, and Vicodin keep my blood moving through my veins. Flat soda, bland TV, four walls this is my life. This is my containment. This is my isolation. This is me. The keyboard is my only friend. Tomorrow my wife is taking me to get my Valentine's Day present. My mind will still be here. In my beautiful solitude. Sex is the furthest thing from my mind. She thinks its either that I'm cheating on her or that she is ugly. Neither is the case. I love my wife. I am still trapped by this room. My comfort my destruction.
Comfort Betrays is a great song. It somewhat fits the situation. I only have a few songs I can Identify with. This is one of them. Its a special feel to know someone else was feeling the same way you were and felt it important enough to write a song about it. It almost makes you feel some kind of connection with humanity again. At least a small part of it.
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