Scattered pieces fallen everywhere. Why I do not know. For I already told a lie ----- cause I had no sense of self. Twisting, turning, burning.
I grab one piece and run, my blood soaked hands yearning for a life I use to know.

Creative errands that run in time have brought me to this centre line. Where I go it's up to me. Believe in yourself and you will be free. What you are doesn't have to be. Believe in you and set yourself free.Come sail away from this writhing hoax. For all it was, was a centre of jokes. This is not how it's meant to be. But you didn't decide on what it was to be.

Listen, the world is bigger than the end of your nose

A game of chance?
            A roll of the dice?
                     A spin at the wheel?

Or is it as methodological as a chess board match. Each move filtered from the last.

Why, yes good man don't be a fool. Where you move now is where you'll be taken. One false step and it all could be mistaken.

So my life is built on a step ladder? The higher I climb the greater the latter?

Yes and no ---- only you will see later. Good luck my son you must journey alone.
          But remember.....
If you are constantly looking back then maybe you have taken a destructive path.
Reboot and untangle those twisted wires. For man was not built to sit for too long.

Upon reflection a smile brims on her face. She sees the world through tainted eyes that no one will ever embrace. Fantasy, dolls, linen and lace. Everything's so perfect, there nothing to take. How lovely am I to live in such grace. Such a sweet girl she must be seven or eight. Vibrant colours etched in her mind. She sees only one thing at any given time. The world is  perfect so she dances about. A thunder cloud snaps and she begins to come out. That's okay it's medication time and the ward is giving them out.