I've always enjoyed writing, I find the process extremely cathartic. Sometimes it's biting and vitriolic because I have stuff to get off my chest and other times I just want to dialog about stuff that happened in my day. But like I said before,I've begun to think that I have a voice and things I need to say. It's starting out really small but I think that I've found my voice.
INVEGA is a drug that I think I should investigate. Finding my voice means that I live in a few different worlds. Remember a few years ago when Second Life was all the rage and the kids were living there and people couldn't get it. Then we all invented avatars for ourselves. Now facebook allows us Mafia Wars, Farmville and Candy Crush. Those don't do much for me, but finding this voice of mine - well that is a seriously schizophrenic experience to say the least.
Because here's the deal. I'm me. I'll always be me. But I'm also HIM. And the scary thing is that he actually sometimes feels more like me that I do. Yeah, weird,I know, but hey that's my current reality.

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