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Sometimes i feel like writing erotica.
Other times i feel like writing my daily accounts of my personal reality.
As of now my mind is dealing with a sickness.
A sickness where there is no escape.
No way out.
Only the so called cowards way out.
So instead of snapping and going full throttle into the point of no return.
I slowly destroy my innards.
I slowly kill what lives within this shell of a human being.
Some will understand what i am talking about.
Others will not.
That's ok.
I would hope no one ever has to go through the shit I've had to witness in my life.
This is not what i had hoped for.
I wanted a normal life.
As I've gotten older I've realized there is no such a thing called "A Normal life ".
There's only life.
The physical form.
The breathing.
The communication amongst our fellow mankind.