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Some days I am broken but for the most part I believe I am whole. They tell me from time to time that I am unorthodox, unconventional. I'll take that. So what if I am out in left field. I would rather love what I do and feel good about it than follow what others do and hate myself. Sometimes my days are too dark and my nights are way too long but that's MY life. I am used to it by now. I often trip over my own insecurities and I hope I recover from those falls some day, but for now I require attention. I always want to be wanted, desired more and more and I long for passion. I have so much to say. My words are just as important to me as the air that I breath but they fail me, often- my words, they fail me. So, I use music to speak. The lyrics always understand what I want to say. I often swallow my goodbyes because my faith has been run over so many times. Do we ever learn? I think so, after that gilded age you start to search for something different, something you can grasp. So what if I'm not her, or her. I am ME. And being me makes me happy. I love hard and with everything in me. I don't try to be who I am not. I accept I have many faults but I know even with those faults I deserve to be loved.

I hope where I end up feels like coming home to me.
I have no time for later now.