These are little bits of my life I chose to write like a story. They are some pieces from the darkest and lightest highlights of my experiences. Some may seem trivial to others or possibly beautiful. If you don't like them, sounds like a you problem.

I found myself lifted from my venom clouded thoughts. All minds can run laps while standing still. This is my story. These are memiors of the broken.

Awake or Dreaming can you tell the difference? Either way I still don't remember.