On the edges of my life, I see normalcy humming it's cathartic Melody People walk by and I smell the fulfillment of their lives...it is the most viscerally satisfying fragrance one could hope to inhale Every day that I wake up,I'm never certain Even should the world around me be calm That I will be facing a day with enough strengh where my heart has the courage to sift through My memories of pretending to be a part of the Golden mean, my moments of true personal triumphs known to only me , and so many reminders of how I'm supposed to be. And come up with a motivational game plan to survive this isolation on the periphery of life. Could I just suppose to be just like this and work on the kinetics of my heaving of mind and heart before my soul evaporates to a veneer of some weird sort of human condition I cannot even begin to imagine. As Time passes there is a terror that is seeping in around my mind, darkening the hope light in my heart, changing the opaci...
I write about the things I learn from the struggles,triumphs,and memories of my life. Sometimes I dont have the answers, but I just need to put my feelings and experiences down in black white...