Back to the Drawing Board
I’m no newbie to the live journal world; I am, though, a newbie to a new way of thinking. I feel alive now. Like breathing is something more then just an action, but that it is now something I enjoy doing, a part of the day that I accept and love. I use to be a person in which all negativity of my past and of my presents would wash over me and I’d drown in it.
I, like many out there, was a closterphobic angel. I was ready to fly, ready to spread my wings and show the world what I was made of, but people kept holding me down. Thoughts kept holding me down. I even took part by wearing the lead shoes I call self doubt. There was a wall surrounding me; Constriction, abuse, the lack of rights and expression. I was born needing to run, to walk, to set my own path and place myself in the path not yet taken. No acceptance was out there for me. I was, and am, the nonconformist that people see as a threat to the society that breeds and raises its self on what is “normal”. I found out though in the end, that I am the only one who really needs to accept me, and as long as the people that I adore and care for love me for simply being the unique branch of character that I am, then I should be content.
I have taken off my weights, destroyed my boundaries, released the chains and now…now I can fly where ever I wish too. I am an undefined line, an abstract handprint on the worlds face. I can quite honestly, no doubt in my mind, claim, I am free.
I, like many out there, was a closterphobic angel. I was ready to fly, ready to spread my wings and show the world what I was made of, but people kept holding me down. Thoughts kept holding me down. I even took part by wearing the lead shoes I call self doubt. There was a wall surrounding me; Constriction, abuse, the lack of rights and expression. I was born needing to run, to walk, to set my own path and place myself in the path not yet taken. No acceptance was out there for me. I was, and am, the nonconformist that people see as a threat to the society that breeds and raises its self on what is “normal”. I found out though in the end, that I am the only one who really needs to accept me, and as long as the people that I adore and care for love me for simply being the unique branch of character that I am, then I should be content.
I have taken off my weights, destroyed my boundaries, released the chains and now…now I can fly where ever I wish too. I am an undefined line, an abstract handprint on the worlds face. I can quite honestly, no doubt in my mind, claim, I am free.