My bench alone within the structure of concrete, underneath death peddlers ply their trade. The rest a mixture of pain and trauma, kind words spoken with knives. This place , my abode my castle has another side. Well, how can we judge what is good without bad to judge it against. I have found mostly good here, but even the good is shrouded in bad, the bad also, have shown to be capable of honourable intentions. What i am? i have my secrets and on most of what i see around me i am a hypocrite. Anyway, my bench, to the left a kingdom and the right a castle that is the view from my lonely bench. The last sentence true, as hard as that is to believe. The next sentence is going to kill you. I have a princess. You would think that would be all you would need, a kingdom, a castle and a princess. No, you need more, the problem in every perfect situation is your own issues and traumas.
I want to indulge in the pleasure that life can give, not get bogged down in the web of maybes and could haves.Explore my self. If only i could convey the true feeling rather than the feelings that before reaching my princess have been tortured by the combined forces of the SS, UDA, IRA, FA RC, and the Sandman. You get the point. The mail has just arrived......I am the happiest and saddest person, i think i see a pattern. What do you do when you think you have found complete perfection?
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