Blurry shadows press upon the melancholy mind.
Happy thoughts disgrace themselves with twisted misbegotten memories.
Pain feigns its true intent then waders off to an easier target.
No feeling to be had, nothing to be undone, the unrelenting feeling of nothingness.
A pit of unknowing. It sits there in my belly, doing nothing.
Doing something.
Making me weak, making me tired . Making me doubt myself when I should be proud.
All that had been done gone unnoticed. To be minimized by those less than me. different than me.
More valuable than me?
While I may be less than, I will fight to me more than. Fight the nothing, Fight the substandard. I will use the opportunity to not look back, but only for moment to laugh and say I win not you. Your unwise choices will no longer hurt me, limit me, distort me. You'll see when you will need me I will not be there and the more valued , the different, the less than will not be able to help you. I hope so I know so.
I feel better now. Oh and by the way Fuck you...
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