Feelings of the weekEND.

Sometimes I feel so unlike me
But sometimes that's all I'd rather be
Free of identity to run; roam
Far away from humanity
Creating my OWN home.


I'm really very TIRED of arguing with you & you & you & YOU. My soul bare. My lungs sore. I have nothing left to give to any of you. My flaws are the spice in me. Accept those or neglect me please. Abandon. Go away.

I never claimed perfection. It's my mentality. I cannot help that and I don't seek change in that arena. Everyday I find something new to learn to love about me. I'm a perfectionist. I'm emotional. I'm a worrier. I'm afraid. I'm happy. I'm sad. I'm funny. I'm serious. I'm a writer. I AM ART.

It is now that I've come to realize that for some people the promise of change has died. I wonder what has become of them sometimes. I wonder if they know.

Painfully I admit that I am too very lost as many on this Earth are or appear to be. That I can't hide. Everytime I stumble on my journey of peace my face reminds whoever sees me. My steps may be quite scattered but I know it leads me to my place of purpose. A place where no one will be able to squeeze. For it is mine and mine alone. & after I'm done...my work will forever be proof that I was here...I depended on this very air like you and left print all over my treasures given to this world. I am infinite.

I dread the very thought of being alone but I have been for a very long time and maybe I always will be in a sense. Staring into the others I've encountered to find myself has gotten very creepy. I never see me. So weird! (lol) Yes, I know.

Currently I'd say I'm in a dim cave. I'm not totally confused. I take microscopic steps towards my destiny and though you can't see them...I feel them everyday. Maybe I'm late on your watch but in the words of me myself...I'll get there.

My ducks roam the pond in my mind and as I place them in a row one by one all I ask is that you send a prayer up for me.

-Ash