Am I as screwed up as it seems I am at times? Perhaps my perception of how I really am is severely distorted. I don’t think it is. I still think I’m pretty level headed. I think my problem is I am too analytical about life and people. I take everything and apply logic and reason rather than with emotion. It fucks me sometimes. Not that I don’t feel….I do. Sometimes too much. Either way you get hurt I suppose. Better to get hurt trying than to never try at all or else it’s all a waste. Easy to say, harder to do when you’ve been fucked over time and time again.

Learn. Accept. Move on. Keep trying. Improve. Cherish. Love.

Embrace the hand reaching out to you. Touch it. Feel it. Drown in the eyes that gaze upon you in wonder and amazement. Soar above all others hand in hand. Feel what should have always been. Fight back with tenderness rather than harmful words.

Escape. Understand. Compromise.

Swirl in the winds of life. Jump from a cliff trusting you’ll be caught. It is not all bad. It is not all pain. This I know. This I want. This I need. I am not totally blind, this I know I have.

I have a tendancy to unplug the proverbial “emotional lamp” from the wall outlet and stumble in the dark. I wish to leave the light on. Behind door #3 is a world beyond anything I ever could have imagined. A treasure no monetary value could be placed. Every man’s dream and it is mine. The path will alway’s be difficult at times, but the reward at the end does not escape me. I won’t let that happen.