Difference is common today. The worries and mishaps of other days no longer darken my doorstep. Today, I can breathe in a reassuring sigh instead, washing away all of the dead weight residing persistently upon my shoulders, knocking down the towers of misunderstanding plaguing my life – that over capacitate what is truly of importance. These things, they have vanished into minuscule particles, and for that I am glad. No more doubt hanging from the wings of certainty, clouding my vision. Let it all be wiped away, banished from this utopia residing inside of my being. This feeling, this vivid illustration of freedom, chainless and organized, will haunt the platform on which I stand firmly, unfaltering until I am on the bridge to the afterlife. It will appear continuously, through every trial, every situation, and every predicament. I will not let this feeling decay. And though this is nothing but mere fragmented sentences, ramblings, and words thrown into some sort of form, in my mind this is typical. In my mind, this is no more chaotic than any other slew of random words strung together. This is my thought process spelled out precisely with the correct number of vowels and consonants that form the words my mind is churning. My stability, my originality, my own way of seeing the mass of destruction around me. These eyes deceive me not, for I see this world my own way. This is my translation, my chapter, my book, my life, and I’ve just begun living it.

xoxo.