i remember a time when being free felt like a burden a prison poison even and i longed for something else anything that would take me out of that aimless endless walking trying to make my way within a sea of blank faces
with hindsight
i think i am quite ready to acknowledge what so many have thought or told me straight to my face on several occasions starting from an early age to the actual right now point in time for this present encapsulated here is sort of constant which in the end means i'll constantly be nothing but a moron
