Dennan

In these troubled times its hard enough as it is. My soul has known a better life than this. I wonder how so many can be in so much pain, while others dont seem to feel a thing. Then I curse my whiteness and i get so depressed. In a world full of suffering, why should i be so blessed? I heard about a woman who lives in Colorado. She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door, where everyday she prays for all whom are born and all whose souls have passed on. Sometimes my troubles get so thick, I cant see how I'm going to get through it. But then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree than be tied to it! There is so much more. I don't feel comfortable with the way that my clothes fit. I can't get used to my body's limits. I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues. They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing. I want to free my feet from the broken glass and concrete. I need to get out of this city. Lay upon the ground and stare a whole in the sky, wondering where I go when I die... When I die....