disheartened sunday

I am sit here alone my room. My twin monitors reflecting back at me incessantly almost as a reminder that although they provide light and a method to access the interconnectedness to the cybernetic reality, they do not provide any spiritual nourishment and in contrary they subtly steal my energy like a leach, cunningly sucking the blood out of a limb which slowly tires me. For some reason my heart feels heavy. I am burdened with a sense of desire and a sense of hopelessness. I feel fear that I could again desire passion and connectivity. I wish to remain alone although alone and complete. My energy feels somewhat displaced as in truth although my focus should remain steered to the path of reason and sensibility I feel a subconscious undercurrent which threatens to uproot my footing and change my reality yet again. I can feel the path of resistance. It feels like a path of internal conflict and inner torment. One which seems to provide the fuel to create a negative being instead of one of love, truth and joy. I will endeavour to claw slowly to the depths of my very soul and relinquish the fears which have been disguised to protect me. I accept reality, accept and embrace love and choose the path of courage wholeheartedly now and forever in the eternal moment. Peace.