I need nothing to hold me to the road of sudden disappointment. For no one really puts that upon me but myself. I’ve asked myself plenty, for the lack of dedication, and conviction towards my own holy goals, but of course of self-remorse and pity are the conscience angels on my shoulders. I let life rule my every move, I let reality put a wall between MY fact and fiction.

I look upon others with envy and sadness, and let my spirit be inflicted on things that have no substance and matter. I let a society define me, and mold my fears into soldiers of infinitive negative energy.

I let people take ownership of my heart, without reading over the contract. Where is the clause that allows me my freedom? I try to retain in back, but the judge and jury found me guilty, on two degree self-pity. And my punishment, was to continue to mutilate my spirit and remain silent.

It wasn’t until I was approached by my “self” love that I was able to break out the prison of my sub-conscience mind, and even though I seemed free. My shackles of doubt around my ankles have slowed me down. I’m still searching for the key.

SO here I am waiting…and thinking…and sitting upon this rock of Sophie, until I have reached my epiphany. Been here many life times, seems like self-truth takes some time. But I need nothing more…than truth to set me free.

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