In the mourn, I feel the memory in the forms of shadows. Catching in my peripherals to only vanish as I jerk my head around to catch a glimpse. I chase it throughout my day. As night falls once again, the near aberrations dissipate and yield to the complete darkness. My mind still reaching out into the dark as if it could be grasped physically. It can only be understood that this is only the psychology, however, that does not necessarily result from the physiological; it is the forces of multiple causes. No effect. They feed independently sharing mutual grounds within the mind. Questioning existence of life, of being, of biological reactions. None of these pondering or rationales provides any comfort to a curious mind. Understanding either the biological or the state of being is no closer to any collective existence.
Writing is a passion/hobby of mine.
The best way to approach me is with an open mind. I try to see the world differently. I realize that all people, myself included, can only see what we choose to. I choose to open my eyes; I choose to see that diamond that may be within others. Words, and ultimately language, fail us as human beings. I am not one quick to judge. I only ask take the time and expand your mind. Nothing but love for those that do. I know who I am and I'm proud of knowing that a malicious attempt will be struggled off because I have no need to associate with negativity
I consider myself to be a morally centered individual, but not self righteous. Being such has more to do with the fact that it is easier for me to keep a clean conscience. I hold honesty to be above all. Without it we are lowly beings. Above all, I will always be myself.