Ones Stories

Unsure of myself right now at this point in time,Thought I would have been different by now.I know I need to change the way thingsare going at the moment.My life has sort of been at a stand still,for far too long.I know the only one who can make the change is me,but I don't yet know where I want it to go, or want it to be.This is me, take me as I am, don't try to change me, that's my job for now. I am who I am, good or ba...

sort of a little poem that came to me just now :)I wander this landPack on my backTraveling the land, free I goThe place I end up tomorrowI just don't knowI follow the open roadWander through the foothills, the mountainsThe forest is where I call homeThis is where I wander, this is where I roamNo building to call my home, I carry home on my backThe life I long to live, start to walkAnd not look backWander and roam around...

Pain. It seems all my life I’ve dealt with one kind or another. Part of me wants to shut the louder half of me in a little box, somewhere…anywhere, until it's bursting at the seams. Maybe I hope it will kill itself off, polluting its own environment with its own filth, just like part of me always has. The other parts want to ignore it, try to stop it and beat it down, keep it down and destroy that one part, that deceitful...