Problem Concepts

It's all about very few concepts
I'm unable to fully put my finger on it
The idea of some ideas always holding things back,
always the same...

Shame is a big issue for me. I don't know why... it's probably my childhood of which I suppressed some memories. SILENCE, oh why can't I say what I mean. I can but it gives me great uncomfort.
Dancing and Singing, I can only do on my own. Then I can't see myself, I must not think overvantly.

I really don't care for anything except concepts. For nothing that's happening. Because that's just the shell. Not possibilities. You know, theory is everything. I'm just forced to still some desires like hunger and lust and friendship and oh some sleep. But anything else is essentially just learning knowledge; oh the idea of truth, what a bitch.