my story

Date: 5/3/2016

Together or apart I thought I knew who I was. Deep down I with out what I suffer from I'm know one. The devouring pain keeps eating away at me like a child with sugar. Being alone is one thing. But feeling alone is another. Loneliness has taken its tole. I no longer struggle with knowing how vainly true it is despite those who surround the abnormal eyes of those who share the fake processed smiles. Eyes can tell a short story or two but you will truly never know. The ability to ask ones story takes a voyage to again to the level of compatibly. But it takes an enormous amount of uplifting a rising courage to bring your events together to tell the story. My story is different yet similar. Yet my mind is so focused on not reveling what's hidden in the depths of the undiscovered galaxies. It's the emptiness thats what's killing each every living left cell in my body. Being unwanted or blinded by the sight of un real unnatural beauty. Lying awake pondering, life is full of mistakes and learning from them. But why does it take so many mistakes to learn. It's not right it's wrong the way of it as we know was all wrong from the beginning you thought you believed. But no it all erupted in your face like a climax of the story degraded each and every single last living eye lash that makes your eyes stand out even the ones you don't notice. Burning away the roaring fire appears to never die only the spirits within die surely yet slowly painfully till it's no longer time worthy. Puzzle pieces construct the whole concept together or in fact the bigger picture. But what I must know is future past Present where do u live. Living in the now results in the future the past is old yet remember able don't forgot what has been done just forgive and move on. Future be holds the unknown prepare for what u can but you'll never truly understand why this or that aborted your world or became demolished. It's crashing down like the stone cold hearted castles left untouched. You wonder how, why so broken? Seems perfect right. What it be holds on the inside is what's destroyed no humanity to be uprooted I wonder and ponder this accompany. Hope there's hope for the granite figure that lies beneath us. It's just a little deep in the core of unknown. Pull it out of its death hollows to the up roars of the sun that appears more dole each hour of the 24th span. I declare the now to be disapproved for there is no time for mistake. As for now I've given up. The world itself is not against u it's what the World had brought up now it's untouched but it's dusty and with a soul catcher it might be found again but for now it's layered with dead skin particles. One step at a time. Watch your step you may skip something so deeply awakening. Or you may acknowledge its true beauty but don't miss it even it doesn't appear important it will trust your gut and the sign you get from the appearance of the colorful worldwide steps. Life throws problems at you like a game of dodgeball being everyone's target. Plastered with hit me signs that are Invisible to the eye kill my reluctant dark worthy drained sole. And what's left will be cherished. What's left untouched is meant to be left alone. There's parts of my heart that aren't broken but those haven't been reached yet or unlocked like a safe full of the unknown that the robber may completely think is money but truly money is not just a green tinted piece of fine tree bark it's opposes choices not happiness but freedom to live with choice yes you already have freedom but with that green tinted tree bark you have more opportunities to erupt in your lifestyle. The things that are left are just left without a purpose not meaning I'm sorry to say this but the struggling is burning me alive I'm done with the never ending battling so yes This is my story