Life. Life, I tell you is not as easy as it seems.

Many unreachable notions keep me from my fate.
Obstacles with proportions big enough to decide my faith in myself bring me closer to wanting to de-register from life.
What keeps me earthed if not the Earth herself?
What have I done to deserve the gift of living if celebrating the present isn't my vision?
Life.
Life, I tell you is not as easy as it seems.
I've dreamed a hundred of these wishful dreams.
I look forward with compassion and understanding for my craft - but my craft is untalented, inexperienced.
Unsmart.
Scare tactics are used to discourage me, I am my own insulter.
I am a runner from all things difficult, be it love or a natural disaster.
I pride myself on listening intently and creating the picture upon a page with descriptive words and enthusiasm and punctuation that would inflame another's greedy mind with questions and answers alike.
What makes me think I know enough to write?
YoungNovember was an impulsive notion to better my imagination. But the result of my ever growing poetic mind has landed me a repulsion for all things good, pure and lovely. Just because my battered heart feels it is unworthy of such privileges. And why?
Because life has cast it's stones at me and I have been too afraid to stand my ground. I'd rather take cover - hide.
And so many unreachable notions will continue to determine my fate as I lay around watching my life pass me by.
Because to stand up and fight for what I believe is the life I know I want is too much of a risk for me. And I cannot stand to lose more of myself than I already have just because I allowed myself to love.

Life.
Life, I tell you is not as easy as it seems.