separation from the thoughtless mind
as i lay in my bed, awaiting the day that will mark my 19th year on this planet, i can not help but ponder at my dejection. where it derives from i cannot even begin to explain. apparently there are three important things in my life that are chosen for me. i beg to differ sir. theres only one. the winter was mine years ago. i did not bring them upon myself. i did not deserve it at all. yet still i was brought down