Well People who know me know I'm not one to type much, I will talk how ever though I've not been able to talk to anyone recently or any one who seems to care in the slightest. So well I shall try typing.



...Yep My head's a blank,Hmm I guess the think latly is stuff affecting me for once insults comments sad news, despression, etc I've been able to just stand back emotionaly and preaty much dig a ditch and bury the feelings, and just put up a persona a Mask if you will on not caring really trying to protect myself from the world and when i think about it myself too. I was quite good and it did work i guess but it just wasn't me and that mask started to crack and break like thinks tend to...leaving a child standing alone wearing half a mask that blinded and smothered him before, now able to see the world from both sides of that mask but now confused not knowing if's he's the real one or if the mask was....I think we both were real now and are the same person now but i still get those moments of doubt that where i question who i am and they just eat away at me, like now...I guess I just mean that that child just wants to cry sometimes but still can't because of that mask he wore it's just stuck in his head that he can't cry that it's "weak" and he know's it's not but..well he just can't. these are the odd thoughts that i find my self having now as i watch this night slip by the silence only broken by the rain that i can't see and the odd thoughts..and the sobs of a masked, a masked boy as they finally cry, leting it wash away the confusion and sorrow from my soul like how the rain i can't see washes the world the child hid from clean for a new day.


.....Oddly I can say i feel better, somehow i guess that child knows that the rain will stop, and leave the world a better place then before and that we will always wear this mask but never again will that child be blinded by it again, the Mask has been broken...and i think it's better that way, A child is free to be the child and hope but he'll always wear the mask to remind himself...and The man to wear his mask as well but not be blinded my it anymore as the child that's also him can see the hope in things the the mask blinked before.

Well Hmm..I guess that what i wanted to type. a fools rant i guess but I guess that what i am a blind child ans a masked man who wonders who he is sometimes but all ways has the child to guide him.



Well I don't know what to say now so good night..Or morning now if you prefer if you've read al this feel free to tell me your thought if you want or not. And I guess I shall bid you Farewell for now.