30.Jun – { Storm }


Don’t befriend me unless you’re ready to love a storm.  If rain requires an umbrella, and you can’t stand and be uncomfortably soaked – then don’t ask for my name.  Don’t call me if you want nice.  Uncontrollably, my voice will thunder roll right into your ear…and if you don’t understand what I’m saying then take shelter.  From most things I run…my defense is to escape…so when Im running – will you be my storm chaser?  My presence might ruin your day.  Is that ok?

The results of my thoughts are a complete and beautiful chaos…but imagine what’s really in the stratosphere of my mind.  Narcoleptic Insomniac disassociated from many in an extroverted manner.  A loner with a lot of acquaintances – a melancholy funny guy – an optimistic cynic…a walking conflict that’s confident in all of his moves, and unsure about everything…all at the same damn time.  The perfect storm, flawed in all of my existence…and i would be pleased to meet you.

How well do you know yourself?  Are you aware of who you are, and how you affect others?  positively and negatively? Is your skin thick enough to find out? Or are you too much of a coward to come to grips of how others see you (that love you) and make sharp comparisons to how you see yourself?

– Kenneth