I watch t.v. as it watches me yet I am not watching t.v. at all. What plane am I on? Flying to Europe but don't understand the language fluently though I speak with out no control, waiting for peace to be still. Innoncence is a walking dead and present suppose to be a gift but I can't comprehend to grasp the fact of what reality is. See, listen I live on a ring of toture that politely reminds me of an answered prayer that was unanswered. What I once was is not trying to adjust to what I am becoming but are my talents my talents? Or am I operating under some control when all in The end I am the one pulling my own strings to come together under one accord. Am I two steps behind? Or am I on top of the world that have angels in all perspectives trying to slow me down for in my favor of what perfection is? Laughter all A Round me waiting in patient-ly to see what my beginning turns in to be. But perhaps as in the book of Ecclesiates, Sorrow is better than Laughter....... Understand Me?!
