I once again am giving a glimpse into my life. It's hard to determine whether what I write is real, or simply a fictional fantasy conjured within the recesses of my mind. If at all my thoughts are confusing to you, it is because I'm not always clear on the concepts they bring forth while I write them. There may be some meaning in what I am saying, or it may simply be an empty shell of emotions and notions that could serve as a hammer to break me or arms to embrace me.
I don't share what I don't want to be heard, yet I'm uncertain of whether all that I know is to be heard. Between the verses and the lines scrawled into this mess could lie an actual snapshot of a coherent brainwave floating about my mind. Be it though that the brain is merely a part of the body and separate from the mind no corporeal rationale can explain what transformation these letters and words have undergone during their voyage to this paper.
What I am showing to you, and revealing to myself, is at this moment a mystery. May the months ahead unravel that which is contained here.