"Shall I mourn the
falsified information of death or the truth of living a life worth the value of
humanity? Do you ever find yourself awoken and there is an absence of a thought
pattern? No wandering images of how your day must go, there is no backwards
pointers of what has to be done today. My days begin and end this way. Thoughts
that come to me are not my own, feelings dwindling up inside my heart and
throat are not those from my persona, they are reflections of others versions of
emotional throw up. That is how it feels to me, like people walk by and throw
up their indecent lives all over my brand new white dress. Figuratively
speaking of course. There are disadvantages to this skill/gift, the fluent
language of music eludes the eardrums collecting tones in my brain waves." S.M.B
