Forms

I feel like I'm fighting for my life, everyday. I know everyone is. However, I can only speak from my own life, my own experience, and often I feel like I'm fighting to even keep my existence, my being here, on this plane. My mind is my existence, and it being so... Fragile, for lack of better words, I pray daily that my reality doesn't change again; to hold my current perception.

Reality, it's ones own perception; what one understands as 'real'. P=~P and vice versa. Tangible doesn't define real. And what's tangible was once metaphysical.

We all just want to hold current form.

Thank You!

Thank You for Reading! 

I have been blogging for a few months now, often times i struggle with expression. I often fall into doubt, and ask myself, "Why write if no one reads?" But I do have readers, and I am appreciative of each and everyone of you for taking the time to read my stories. I find joy that people from all over the world are reading; Russia, France, South Africa, and my Home America. I am grateful to you all. Blessed Be.

 "Why write if no one reads?" 

-Emmanuel