Surroundings

I sit. I stand. I wonder. What am I pondering on? I have no clue. At times, I walk empty headed with no thought whatsoever. Other times, I ponder on paranoia. Paranoid, I think about what others' minds think about. I try to see their thoughts through their body language. In my paranoia, at times, I feel like people are watching, gazing on something so pathetic. In my surroundings, I see the vehicles of life. In each of these vehicles there is a Soul. I see human beings walking on the pavement of the journeys and wonder if I should smile and greet them. Sitting on the bench, I ponder at the struggles that invade my mind and Soul. How do I deal with them? I get into depression; a sad and gloomy face. I wish that I can rip that face off. My mind is weary fom these racing thoughts with paranoia. What does that make me? Maybe I am a paranoid freak that I can't even live a breath at a time. Maybe one day I will seriously be able to sit down and enter into my thinking, and pull one thought out of another.