interestingly enough this is what i find myself dealing with. the less and less i feel in my fingers the more i find myself in my feelings. i can be in a crowded room and feel very alone. not because i dont fit in, but because i stand out in ways that differ from the norm. this has been the story of my life for the past 8 years and now im at the point in my life that i realise this ultimately is where my strength lies as well as my identity. they say dare to be different, i challenge one to be normal…to just be. You.
maybe tomorrow…..
sincere…
Finding myself back in this place where I feel compelled to go within and purge. It is within these walls that I have built around me that has provided a false sense of security, pride, and joy. Now that these paper walls are being torn down I feel the freedom of just Being, filling the void of not being in control. Not being in control, but not being out of control. It is the in between of two worlds that i feel the most alive, not carrying the burdens of others on my shoulders and not wearing the burdens that others have tried to impose on me.
I Confess….
I am a rebel for a good cause. My Soul..