Try to understand me, I am not from a mold. Looking at life differently does not make me wrong nor right, just me. I refuse to be less than realistic about who I am and what I feel. When you lie to yourself the dishonestly rots your soul. I know I am a minor speck in the universal picture.
Material possessions hold little worth.
Family and friends I hold in high esteem. Giving them the gift of myself is the best I can offer them and trust that its value is not weighed. Hurt and scarred through the years but not bitter. Resentful of the battle to maintain a virgin love of the simple things I enjoy, peace, serenity and the beauty of nature. Never intending to hurt or be cruel.