A time has come for change. I am putting these words down, now that I think about it, for no one but myself. I have been teetering on the verge of insanity attempting to figure out what it is that must be said. To be blunt I am afraid, however I have found a spark of inspiration and hope; I now see myself as an apprentice. There is much that must be said and done...but for now I dare not think of it. I fear myself really. I fear the faux affiliation of the relation between real and the awkward jagged controversy of affliction.
I lust to speak my mind but words are an inadequacy. My tongue is the only muscle on my body that works harder then my heart. “Let yourself go and you will really know what emotion is.” I have been told this many times but it is what I fear the most. How I discern the limited eyes that will ever read this snivel for result, this is where I take my first tread. Here it is I spill my guts out on stage. Ask me what it’s like to have myself so figured out…I wish I knew. I consider the animalistic essence that demands to be freed; to be set on a level of derivation breaking free and I must admit I do not retrain it anymore, I enjoy the internal war. So what am I afraid of?
There is a certain grace only we can bestow, there is a price to pay for loss of control.

Just know,
……..It is a start.