Self Expression

Comfort can come an all shapes and forms. I myself struggle often to find comfort. When that situation is near I carry certain items to help me relax and send me back to a mellow state of mind.
Sometimes I feel out of place. I get a sense that tells me nobody can’t possibly understand or relate to my hardships. My mind plays tricks on me telling myself you are in the fire all by yourself. No being or godly figure can interfare.Praying to something or someone not seen nor heard is ridiculous. I open my Roosevelt High School and look at my little sister picture. Her name is Cazjae but I call her Pika. Her nickname came from an anime cartoon show called pokemon.Pikas picture gives me relief from problems internal and external. I realize that I have a duty. That duty is too make sure I try hard to give her everything I didn’t have possible. Her picture opens my mind to how the world is still beautiful when humanity can be at its ugliest think god sent her as my little protector from evil intent.
I also carry with me an ipod. An ipod plays music and an instance you load it with your favorite music and dance till dusk damn. I’ve been carrying ipods since 2004.it hasn’t lead me stray yet. It’s the ultimate mood changer. However your mood may feel your ipod has the song right for you. Sometimes I feel lost without it. I notice before my ipod dies I feel an urgency to charge it before its completely dead. I’m usually very upset when it dies. I think its safe to express music is my heartbeat. I think with creativity and ways for evolution. An obstacle is never impossible with my ipod.
These items are my way of escaping reality. Escape just to return with new hope and faith. Forever reaching the milestone of success. [continues]

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