Reading majic's journal

Sometimes the world goes around us so fast that we cannot comprehend what is happening. Sometimes life is just too much. Sometimes we are scared to death about the reality that is painted onto our soul. Sometimes we just need to reach out and ask for help.

I try to appear independent,
	but how feeble my fight seems to be,
I am just a weak heart running,
	with a need for love --
		and stability,

I can paint a smug look --
	upon my face,
and appear as though I am strong,
	but in the end,
I've lost the race,

I am unequivocally wrong,
	each step I take is a blind walk,
into a dark reality,
	I am scared to death of what --
		I am supposed to be,
		
I can see a crystal clear world --
	through my eyes,
or so my mind tells me,
	but my understanding of this place --
		is felt as total surprise,
	
Can you offer just just a handshake,
	or maybe just a kiss,
so that my soul won't slip,
	into eternal distress,
	
I have a few words that were never said,
	I have a few thoughts,
just a few emotions and feelings that --
	have no parallel,

if you'll take the time to recognize --
	that I am here --
               that I'm alive,
	you'll surely see,
that I make my --
	reality,
and the world is revolving --
	quickly around me,
I have something to say,
        if you'll let me...

We all have something to say, yet we seldom give each other a chance. We are so predisposed to judgement with no concrete facts. If we'd would just take the time to realize that each of us are unique in our own way, we'd surely realize that there is a plan and direction for all of us...

This poem is yet another installment of how I repeat myself over and over... I could have sworn that I've said the same stuff but used different words in the past.

I'm human =(