Biography
Hello, I am just your ordinary guy who just writes about my thoughts and feelings.
‘The Paths of Life’
The world around us has a grey area, hold not what doesn’t belong in the grey area, why fall instead give thou all, it’s called a grey area. It’s not just black or white, it’s a grey area, it’s about determining wrong and right, it’s a grey area. Fear not your paths along the way, the world balances your choice of say. It’s a grey area
‘The Tragic Truth Behind Pain’
Breathe, focus, listen. What happens if you don’t breathe, focus, listen? This is a story from a collective history, one minute they’re here and the next they are a mystery, pieces shattered if only they knew literacy, now they remain a piece for this story of a collective history. Breathe, focus, listen. Channel your air. Breathe, focus, listen. Concentrate and lock your gaze through the air, don’t sit there blank with an empty stare. Breathe, focus, listen. Hear my thoughts, so quiet, so monotone, not a trace of draught. Breathe, focus, listen. If only I could hear their thoughts. Breathe, focus, listen. This is a story of a collective history about thou warriors who fought. It’s not worth taking. You’re falling into the darkness, I know you were shaking. The silence echos too loud, if only you had the confidence to speak aloud. Cry no more, you’re not alone. Your pieces are stored, deep within your home. Breathe, focus listen. Breathe, focus, listen. Focus, listen. Listen…
‘The Impact of Childhood Trauma’
Kill… Kill… Kill… I hear a child screaming in terror, something is within that traps them forever, a dark figure blooming in the shadows, scratching, banging and clawing. Kill… Kill… Kill… Each escape attempt makes it grow stronger, torturing the child till it can’t go any longer. When the figure vanishes, the child returns, only to see what’s left of the one the figure vanquishes. The child’s pain grows larger by the second, knowing about the past, pretending it never happened.
‘Changing Perspectives’
Life is nought but a bottomless pit of pain, Sinking deeper and deeper into a delusion of agony. Populated by monsters full of terror, maim, antagony. I feel safe being at home, No monsters, no socialising, Me, myself and I, all alone. Trust nobody, you will know pain, No responsibility, no conflicts, only my own thoughts. Isolating and thinking if people do the same. Dawn on that and think about another’s perspective, What if they were someone who was also disrespected? What if the monsters who hurt were originally rejected? Only seeing through the perspective of thyself will leave you blind, Turning you into the monster that made you want to hide, Hearing another’s perspective adds colour to the grey canvas of your life, No longer black and white, covering the mind of those in your sight.
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