I write because I think too much.
Bored with questions.
I want answers.
I gave up on my ambitions when I lied to my dreams.
I’m too hard!
Lying to you. Lying to the my character.
The reality of my thoughts set the tone for what would not be.
I walked through the lives of other people. A mirage of a deferred dreams!
I turned up their volume while I muted me. I could only hear what they had to say about me.
I was too busy obsessing over how emotions dealt with love, life, and misery.
I tried to yell cut, but I was intrigued by the need to pay attention to their fallacies.
Have I lost me? Has my displeasure evoked an emotional rollercoaster with no end in sight?
I was deeply entrenched in heartache. Todd lost the roadmap to me.
Can I use GPS (God’s Positioning System) to reach me? Be who God envisioned in me?
I’m sorry. I know I love you, yet are you tired of me?