Hello? Is any body there? I feel the need to exercise my mind before my thoughts run dry. I want someone to know that I was alive before I died. My past echoes the horrors of what I had to do to survive. I was the lowest scum. I was crawling in dirt, choking on earth. The heavens looked so far away, the dream to reach high was slowly slipping away. I can feel death inching closing the more I hear my beat. Gasping for air as death grips my heart, then lets it go to watch me suffer more. This fucking scratching in my head will not go away. The closer I get freedom the more obstacles are in my way.
I laugh at the thought that God decided not to let me waste away. Who am I anyways? I bleed just like you. Our flesh is all the same. If this was true, then why does society punish the Sin, I am today. What did you say? You think you know me. You think you know what drives me insane. Well, riddle me with yours answers today.
Maybe I am just like you. Programmed to believe what they teach and say. Maybe the only difference between you and me is that I do not hide what I think and say words that manifest in to the air and create.
My only fear is that someday my words might be erased. Hello? Is any body there? I want you to know that I care. I will be okay. Someday, I will survive the gods test and horrible fate. Until then, just breath the stars and listen to wind and keep watch for the unknown things that your mind hides so that life is dreamy and you survive.