I may not start my day as myself.So they said.I have not my found myself so that I could live it.I live by what others define me.I have not found myslef.yet...

Things may not always be the same under this scorching sun. But for me they look all the same. Each time I try to snap out of the reality I dream in, I get pushed back to the bottom of it.Trying to understand the enigma of this life not only weakens my body, but also my disturbed mind. Scandals of the past have scarred my pride. It's funny that I speak of my pride when I was never even introduced to it. Pride is something I sought but never received. Against all odds I stood my ground, with uncertainty in my heart. Can two minds be squeezed in to one mortal body? Or  can one mind split into two and live in the same body? forcing its strength over everything it could reach?

I do not have answers.

I have never known the answers and I believe will never be able to live with them if I knew.