A Barren Mind

Human beings are prisoners of their own imaginations, we are only limited by what we can imagine and what we can conjure up in our increasingly brief flights to the fantastic world of dreams and imaginations.
The world it seems is closing in on us by the day. It is just too hard to even look at the sky and imagine shapes in the clouds or to just look up at the stars and try to come up with an imaginary constellation of some mystic creature, or some such.
It seems most of the people of my generation are too busy entertaining themselves to have time left to entertain, I have forgotten the fine art of being able to hold an actual face to face conversation, feeling more at home to convey my emotions in a highly isolated,uncommunicative instant messaging windows, I seem to have grown detached seeking to actively avoid contact of most kinds that seek for me to apply myself and my emotions in real-time.

I seem to have forgotten most of the other emotions than Angst, anxiety, fear and an overall gloom. It is not very often that I feel the compulsion to smile, to laugh to just have some fun, Mind is a terrible thing to waste....But even more painful is to see it shrivel up and eventually lie in a decrepit pile of forgotten luggage