Its crazy really, my life has been on hold for a long long time now. And... after this month, it seems as though a huge drastic change is gonna take place. A new beginning, a new life. I never thought it was possible, but it is. Even after 20 years. This is gonna be the longest month of my fucking life. Every day used to zoom by for the past couple of years or so, I still remember almost every day spent. Its just weird how things can take such a drastic turn in such a short period of time. Things you think can only happen on TV, actually take place right in front of you. Right before your very eyes. Some moments I see the darkness and the storm brewing outside, but at the same time, I don't care. Call me an ignoramus or a prideful asshole, but I haven't lived my life yet. Darkness has always been on my doorstep, and even performed a home invasion, but... fuck it. God moves. The whole world could be set ablaze overnight, and I'd still be at peace just knowing that my whole life is secure in God's hands. I may face some of the greatest adversity, but I know I will overcome by He who is within me. And with a heavy sigh, I reiterate to myself that I still got about...3 and a half weeks left. I see the beauty of my childhood played before my eyes. It...compels me to snatch everyone I know by the throat, and throw them outside, cleansing their minds of any and all thoughts. To just see without speaking for once. Without attempting to compile their thoughts. To just see. To shut the fuck up, put the blunt down, and just...see. See, and embrace. But at the same time, I know this separation is necessary. My soul does not run like the rest of the world. And evenso, I am not completely detracted from those that love.

There are those, even if they are few, that know me and my heart without knowing my face. Our souls are ancient and communicate daily, only praying for the moment we shall finally be in tandem with each other. True, it is a very painful ordeal, but worth more than what the mind can conceive. This whole place ain't my home. Not because my home is somewhere painted as an end destination, but the returning of where I once truly dwelt. I still remember the great things that birthed from my heart in that wonderous plane.