ObservationsI've never been too good with words, to tell the bitter truth. I'm not much of a storyteller, I'm not some kind of legendary figure that you'd hear about in a gossip magazine, or someone gifted with poetic abilities, I'm just... me, as boring and cliché as that may be. Most people think of themselves about the same, don't they? Assume they're average, despite their brilliance, assume they're normal, despite the things that cast them away from the majority of the human race, whether it be for positive or negative reasons. It can be the most extraordinary people that see themselves as scum, I've come to learn. Which, I suppose, is better than their less extraordinary counterparts who think much too highly of themselves. In no way am I saying that I am anything special, I'm simply pointing out the distorted reflection most people see in the hypothetical mirror.Anyway, you can see that I've started to ramble, so I'll get straight to the point. Or try to, at least. Focus isn't somet
internal debatesperhaps if i allowthese voices that echo through my headto command meand bend my consciousness to their will,they will settle.if i give up all controlwill they quietand let me be at peace?