What we don't see

When we look at the world, so much is overlooked. The sights, the sounds, and every life that passes by you, like a woman finding her husband with another woman( or man). Or missing someone's graduation. That belief that is so taken for granted is torn apart. Life, being the fickle bitch she is, tears us away. Sometimes, it's all about seeing, instead of believing.

Day 3

When you are in a new place, when you are scared, what do you do? You surround yourself with familiar things, naturally. But what if you can't? What if you don't have anything left that hasn't been screw with or tainted or destroyed? What do you do then?

Everyday, we drag by, not even thinking about it. And we get old and tired and sad. But sometimes, things make us stop. And think. We think about life and death and the impossibilites. But then we forget and we move on. But it comes back and it sticks and it never leaves. And maybe, just maybe, there is some hope for us after all.

Why I'm Here

I don't really know how to do this exactly, this whole sharing my story thing. But I can try. Today is the start of something new. My life is changing. I can feel it in my bones. It might sound a bit scary, but it's really not. I want people to know the true story of my life. Not the preemies up one people will here other places. I will go into more detail on that later. For right now, let me just say that, today, the tables turn and the once weak now have the power to tell the truth. All will be reviled soon enough. I just want whoever is reading this to know that this is what it is like Being Human.