PERFECTION IS NOT REAL…. Wait, I can explain… All I ask is that you open your mind… for a closed one this is be a pointless read. First… what exactly is your definition of perfection? And why do you believe it to be that way? I’m not sure why it took me so long but now knowing what I do, I just can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t understand this— To my understanding perfection is something that cannot be topped... something without flaws… something that can’t be topped… something that cannot be critiqued nor questioned… With that being said… who here knows of anything of this caliber? Who here has...
I’m so scared to enjoy things… I suppose its because good things don’t usually happen to me. I must learn to smile more and stop waiting around the downfall to ruin what could potential post a genuine smile on my face… Rather it is for short term on long term I must smile… I must follow my own advice that I so reluctantly give to others for the simple fact is… I’m really not sure if I believe anything I advise on my own. It may work for you but I’m almost certain it won’t work for me… Hell and inconsistency is what I usually call it… Harsh I know… But its harsh reality… Happiness is real, I know....
As pure as my soul the pain runs deep... I feel every ounce of it—sort of scares me It molded me... I am who I am because of it… I appreciate anything positive because negative is no stranger to my life... It's outta my hands, I could only hope to understand... But as a man I am still ... standing ... Rather I want to be or not is another question... But my presence is in existence no matter how alone or invisible I feel... But that's just it… I feel… So— I know you’re real when these walls crash down and I move in the Knick of time... before I am smashed and removed from thee... there's a scar...
Can’t shake my act… Putting my dreams on hold for things bigger than me… Lack of support just seem to drain me… I see everyone else being what I could be… On the same journey that seemed to be meant for me… Bless them and their believers… those who saw that dream in their eyes and worked overtime for them to keep em’… I find myself wishing for another life— I really must stop that. Though my life could be much worse I just can’t look past what could have been… Or what should have been. If I would have did—no, what I should have did… But it didn’t either way or now its canceled… Lucky me to know...
I started something new… Well new to them, but old to me… See, it’s a new light—maybe my newest passion. I don’t think my first can be replaced… However, this one… I bring my mental pictures to life with a push of a button. Easy as it sounds… I suppose its not. The world sucks… people suck. However I’m in control of this one. I love views… imagery… things of that nature and I always have… The only catch… To know no meaning of what seems to be misunderstood… Is to create your own even though this is the same thing everyone else sees— And that’s the luxury of imagery… Make it what you want… capture...
I want to create… Find those who relate… Then dedicate… Tis my fait… This is what I believe… It’s my passion… To capture moments I never want to forget…show them off in the most humble form… I must tell my story for I would love to hear yours…I was shy until I found my purpose... Since then I’ve been different… It’s a good kind of different though, the one I can’t complain about… Just embrace this… You should too. Sorry if I bore you… I get caught up in things I care about just hoping someone would give a care… for their sake though, My mind Never changes…I still feel the same, its just a bonus...
