Trench

Entropy within the universe of our thoughts somehow inevitably creates a barrier that stops our consciousness from meddling with the confined external universe at least most of us are aware of. There's always this battle of trying to penetrate this barrier, perfecting the harmony between the inner universe and what we show in the outside. It's a matter of deciding what stays outside of us and what remains to be kept inside. It's a matter of choosing what to digest, and what to spit out. It's confusing. There are times we just let our thoughts come out of us like cigar smoke we exhale - others can see it, but its vague form makes it uninteresting and will eventually be gone unnoticed. And that makes a man lonely.