2008/04/08
Grafitti of Hate I am going to start out with an apology, 2 posts within a 30 minute time frame is a little excessive, however I want to post this.

Throughout peoples lives we are forced to endure things that change our perception on life. Some people go to prison (me), and some lose a family member early in their life, and others have a mix of things that all plot the direction on the path that their life takes. I remember moments in my life that have forced me to re-evaluate who I am. Prison didn't change me, however it allowed me to view the world from another mans eyes... as I watched and listened from the outside *seeing as though I had no direct influence on the actions of the outside world*. I knew what was going on where I was, was far worse than the outside world. I was surrounded by hatred... images fly through my mind like spray paint on an overpass. I keep remembering the worst moments of my life as if through the eyes of an artist. Had I the ability to paint... I could show a masterpiece... if a poet were I... a rhythmical climax is what you would have... could I sculpt you a statue... a David you would see... but I can not do any of those... cant paint, rhyme, or sculpt... what I have is my memories, and I allow them to build and build until the moment of rupture... behind the madness, and the inherent hunt for satisfaction that fuels our quest for lifes secrets... I know that my experiences lead me to where I am... I am just not sure where that is... // sk0t @ 11:51 PM :: Comments [0] :: Digg This ::