I mean, All I do, is write my entire soul down on paper..or a web blog..such as this one.
It seems to be 11:19 PM and I cannot sleep..I wish I didnt know why..but I do.
Just when you think things are to good to be true.. brutal life wonderfully shows up!
And when I think I could stick my head in a black abyss of a hole! I realize I can turn to poetry.
I wish I could tell the world that the curse of emotions did not affect me, but I cannot.
I have been haunted with the "gift" of being very sensitive to not only my aura but other peoples spirit.
I sometimes pray I did not know certain people as well as I do.... and that is one of my major reasons of writing poetry.. I dont have to spill my guts out to a family member or to a girlfriend who inwardly gloats at my unfortunate events..
So, here is to poetry the leading therapist in my life second to God that is.......
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