i sometimes wish that i was someone else but i'm not. i am me not always happy but always thinking. i dream but don't exist . i have dreams that don't come true . sometimes the world scares me because i don't understand what it wants me to do. but i try. i feel too much or not at all. there are times when i look in a mirror and i wonder who is staring back. there are times when i don't know myself, those times when you look into a mirror and all you see is a broken person drowning in their own pain. these are the times that haunt my soul. the times when the black dog took hold and tried to drown me. the times when i almost self destructed but managed to hold on. i'm still here.
for these are the pants that prevail. these are the pants that fight to retain their sanity when all around them expect them to fail. and i fight every day to know who i am and what i have become. i'm still growing and still learning and still fighting.
for these are the pants that are made for better times and greater things. don't judge these pants . they are not to be pitied or judged by anyone but the wearer of this soul. they have seen great things. they have loved with intense passion and have lost everything in the process. they have fought and survived and will continue to do so.
for these are the pants that maketh the woman who wears them. and she wears them with pride.
until next time.
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