Why does everything have to be so perfect for everyone? all the time, every time.
see-it-to-believe-it a blind man can see more than we can.
we as in greedy,filthy,hungry,hypocritical, antagonizing, walk-the-walk, and talk-the-talk kind of society.
I've come to the realization, that i am my own and you are your own worst enemy.
and i refuse to carelessly create a dependency on the defected critic within myself. I have a brain. I am sane. Insanity is a fabrication of ones own ability to ACCEPT, CONCLUDE, and CONVERSE. so in turn the insane will confuse their own reality for the worlds reality. Can you imagine, adopting a word and labeling yourself with it? As if YOU were molded around IT. Not allowing yourself to distinguish this imaginative delusion from reality By an opinion, not a fact you have adopted and concocted within yourself an imaginary abnormality. which will never leave your mind unless of course you will it to.
I was so sick. I was so hurt. I was damaged goods. I was, I am. I I I I I I I I stands for imagery which i get when i relate the word i to myself. I envision two little mes' sitting a top each shoulder influencing the voice inside my brain to do things. Influencing the "control center" if you will. But the thing is.... That's my conscious mind, not really me. Until i realized this, I had never felt more alone. Under going this epiphany of sorts, this deep evolvement of my very soul, I was drug out by the ankles, out of the very existence that i had come to accept as my own. When I opened my eyes to discover the truth and beauty in life i could perceive things differently, with clarity. Refreshing. I could wake up with a smile. Not only tolerate but accept people and their habits. Converse with them as if i had been connected in some meaningful way. And as I lay my head down to sleep, I allow myself to conclude that I am me with all of my flaws, grammar mistakes and all. I am still who i want to and should be.