Just saving this shit
I have red hair, blue eyes and freckles across my nose in the summer. My natural habitat is the beach and only there do I feel completely fulfilled because I feel One with God. The most real thing in life is God, but I don't live by my word anymore. I spent most of my life in programs and correctional facilities. I have issues from being told I have them and being ignored. But I'm coping just fine by discovering the truth that still exists in the world in and through Love. I express myself through art, writing and music(who doesn't). I'm two extreme opposites thriving off one another. I'm entoxicating and most people like to be around me but few comprehend all of me. I'm a little bit of everyone and everything that's hurt and loved them. Most see that and run or stay forever. But I've never had anyone leave for good. My heart's been crucified by the ones I've loved the most, numbed and brought back by new faces and experiences. I have severe insomnia and I get most of my inspiration when I go out at 2 in the morning to have a cig. I find releif in reflecting back on past and present loves. I take off in the middle of the night just to feel the cold, just to feel alive. Freedom in running away gives me an altered grasp of existense. I feel too much to compensate for the rest of the world. I'm not generic and I'm not seeking originality. I treasure TRUTH. I hate liars but I always end up loving them the most. I try so hard to kill my intuition, my emotion, but I cant murder what I am. And in the end I really don't want to anyway. I'm not confused and that's the tragedy because trying to live amongst those who are, is rediculing. Knowing what you are in a wirlwind of celebrity bi-products is a curse as much as everyone wants it.