My perspective is my greatest enemy and my only ally.The goal is freedom,freedom from the past and the things I can not change.Half the time I am unable to deal with the chaos that engulfs my mind but then I put my pen on paper and the loathing subsides.My aspiration would be to connect with someone,if only for a few moments,while their eyes skim across my lines.I dont need praise.I only wish to invoke feeling.Like an inside joke whose warmth is only felt by the few who share it.
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