Before I post this video, I want to say something. For anyone out there who is reading this. If it's you who are reading this. I'm not doing anything ridiculous with my life. I'm an open book and sometimes being an open book, your pages flutter, your words are jumbled. Every drop of rain, or coffee, or spit, or tear that drops within my pages and makes the ink blur and jumble my words. But one thing I have to admit is that this monologue hit the nail for me.
I don't want to ruin it, I really don't. But there's a part in the end where the character admits something. I want you, yes you, to know and under stand a few things.
I share sentiment with the character. But I am not that character. I'm not where that character is, and I don't think I would be able to be where he is. The character and myself share a lot, but we deviate and I am who I am while he is who he is. Why am I saying this. 'Cause the video I'm putting up isn't a reach. It's isn't a plea. It's a glimpse. It isn't me. But the words he says. Does a good job summing up my life from 2005 till early 2009.
Where I am now is funny. 'Cause this character could have been me. I feel more like shrapnel. A loose piece of metal from a bigger grenade. I feel as if I was tossed into the Pacific, when I was fished up in the Mediterranean. I'm lost. But don't worry. If you're worrying. I may be lost. But my heart isn't. And that is all that matters to me.
If you haven't read my previous entry, you didn't miss much, or maybe you did?
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