
How is it possible that I can feel so foreign in my own skin? So alien...
A part of me wants to connect with the human race while the other half wants
to disperse all together. Dissolve into an ocean of bliss and placidity. A world of imagination...
But I am, yet still, shackled by my skin and bones so what choice do I have but to materialize.
To manifest a manifesto to the man with the black suit. This journey will continue with or
without my impulse. This world requires no breath on my behalf-just a simple contribution called
my soul, my tenacity, determined in obliterating my innocence... Indifferent to any type of depth or
morality. And all of this, all this deformity is absolutely acceptable and right. This is the type of bullshit
that I have to feed off of- what has turned my soul into a prisoner in my own body.
I won't allow this to happen anymore...
There has to be a way around.
I must express myself and find others who feel the same.
Disillusionment has not won this battle over me.
I will be happy no matter what the cost, even if it means risking it all!
My Mantra
RISK
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To express feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas or dreams before the crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing and is nothing.
You may avoid suffering and sorrow if you don't risk, but you simply cannot
learn, feel, change, grow, love or live.
Only a person who risks is free.
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