DXM

Peer Pressure. No.
Parental Pressure. No.
Religious Pressure. No.
Societal Pressure. No.
Sexual Pressure. No.
Egotistical Pressure. Yes.

The streets late at night always have a sort of energy to them.
Like the ghosts of accidents past haven't completely let go.
The streetlamps politely tip their hats and the garbage cans smile at you as you pass.

I remember growing up thinking one way and breaking from my ignorance in recent days.
The world is new. It's beautiful. Not the subject of rape and pillage, but the companion of truth and wisdom.

Jesus was dead for 3 days doing who knows what. If I was dead for three days I'd be spooking the hell out of my best friends; telling them not to be afraid.

The world is not so happy these days, but it's much better. I no longer cut myself and think of death as an escape. I cut my grass and think of faith lost and understanding gained. I'm okay.
I enjoy texting less-than-threes and dealing with consequences so I can be with those whom I love.

I'm gonna cure cancer.