10/25/2006 c1 five minutes
I could say ironic. Ironic that I felt like that not long ago. Sometimes I feel a tiny glimmer of that old feeling, but it is only a small glimmer. In this poem you say can't turn to your faith, God, etc. Well... Not long ago I would have agreed, but now I have to disagre. I don't need to fit in at all. My poem was focusing on what the world had to offer and all the world has to offer is pain, hate, temporary happiness, and despair. SO.. I am re-focusing my perspective because of something someone told me. Something that struck me to my core and made me realize I am not alone. I am not alone. Of all the people on this earth I am not alone. I don't know anything about you or where you are comming from with this, but I do know one thing from my own battles with "life" is that I am not alone. I can turn to God. Sorry if I come off like some crazy person... Then again I'd have to say I am a crazy person.. lol... You painted a picture with your words and your feelings really shined for that I am greatly appreciative. Well done.

Onemillionmiles