LouisianaBird

The happiest times are the minutes spent in my mind. The most beautiful I have ever felt was in a daydream where I was completely someone else; someone better. And when the truth hits, and my reality settles in, I realize that it can never be. I am not who I aspire to be. My mannerisms, my genetics, my everything conflict with all aspirations. This feeling, the one that breathes through my pores, streams vigorously along my veins, and pumps hatred to my heart, is the one that shows truth in my reflection. I believe it to be hell. I sometimes sit in silence and wonder who was I before. What had I done to have this become? Had I been so vain? So perfect that the Almighty had to punish so harshly? And maybe I deserve it.

And maybe I don’t….