Born into this plane of existence on a day in the cold of October I resonate my soul into the form and identity of a human male. As a child with not the best history or upbringing I may not be the best human but I have good morals and practice good human standards to my fellow kind. I live my life and treat others how I wish to be treated but more so even tho I'm meet with the opposite in 80% of my encounters be it the way I carry myself, the way I look or simple the color of my African American/Cherokee Indian infused skin but hey it's America I guess. I have always been a troubled adolescent growing up, struggling with studies, violence in and out of home life, poverty and millions of other problems affecting the youth worldwide. I kinda forgot where I was going with this but unlike the young me the newer better but yet broken me kinda losses train of thought and interest more easily. I beared witness as I began losing basically everything I ever wanted and the one thing that made me whole so I'm forced to live this blessed yet cursed life. I guess I'll End my Beginning chapter like this until I end my Journal's with the final entry.... Dying but never Alive, Dead but I live on, or even Dying but still Alive. Depends on what happens in life as I near death we shall see but until then welcome to my little slice of life.
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Dying Alive
RandomJust random thoughts and visions into my life. It may not be all sunshine and rainbows but it's not always stresseses and downfalls. These are just me either venting.
