the doom of my heart

As i lay on the sand the sweet smell of the sea in my face i closed my eyes, i searched my heart i searched my soul. I found an emptiness that is no longer a stranger. A void that comforts, that creates loniliness ..... never does my heart intend what it should, never does my life create the pain witheld....... the true intentions of the heart conflict with those of the mind... witht the never ending internal strife the soul watches, confused, dazed,... completly innocent never allowing our battle to surface..... once it was said that in todays modern world nothin truly is private............the time i try the time i spend the courage gathered evaporates as the daughter and epitome excapes my grasp.... she is my ambrosia..... the one who unifies me and yet tears me apart... never do i create the extasy of my friends as i lack the courage they possess.......