I can obtain a lot about a woman by the way that she walks. From how she does her hair, to the way that she talks. But there are things about a women that are not generally known. Educate me on the person living behind the clothes. How can I keep her enthralled? This secret I must uncover.

     I’m seeking out this knowledge, to become a better lover. What do women really want? Show me all the signs to read what breathes in their hearts. To conceive what’s in their minds. How can I unearth all the spots that deserve examination?

     Tell me all of the places a man is suppose to learn. and tell me all of the places that are of no concern. Teach me how to conquer a woman. Let me know the things that drive women insane. Reveal the whole complex. No two women are the same.

     This is my apology letter for forgetting a woman’s worth. It’s true, I’ve been living contrary to what I said I always wanted: a good woman like you. One who would bare my children and take care of my home. I’ve been such a fool. Held by the enticing night life. Money probably being my most meaningful goal out of life.

     Seduced by all of this I took advantage of you. I may not be the type of man a mother would want her daughter to marry. But I’m still a man, and guy’s like me make mistakes. Destroying our strong bond. Shadowed by my hopes of leaving my mark in this world. Things for people to remember me by.

     I want to change the way you feel about me. Because I know I have more to offer you than what I’ve been displaying. Women like you know a man like me. Who I really am on the inside. That’s why you haven’t given up on me. The strength I see in you is my motivation.

     I’m walking down the road where there is no turning back. I had no option where to enter. I just deal with what this road has bestowed upon me.Every person must walk down this same road. But why is it deserted? There are no sounds. I am my only companion.

     The sun is setting at the end of this road. With every step I take I know these steps are numbered. And I cannot advance them or delay them one minute. So with each step I’m hoping I leave what had to be left for every step could be my last. Before I reach the end will I see all that is was for me to see?

     Will I reach the end of this road by someone else seeking vain glory? If so, I hope someone else learns from my steps. Because the more I learn about this road, The more I see it for what it really is. I know that the end isn’t where my road ends, but it’s where a new one begins.

     Tomorrow may very well be just another day. Though we pass on, thoughts never fade away. I bring to mind the people that I know who disappeared. I’m living with the pain of no longer seeing you here. I never got the opportunity to look you in your eyes. The chance that I missed was to tell you goodbye.

     I hope deep inside that you are in a better place. Memories of you are feelings I just can’t erase. And tomorrow is another day without you, I really don’t want to face. I travel on with the open wound. Smothered by my fears of dying alone. It is so painful to know, you are never coming home.

    The righteous and the pious are those I hope you are among. Sometimes I wonder if I’m next, since the good die young. I know tomorrow is something that is not guaranteed. We are remember by our loved ones and the impressions that we leave. I miss everyone not here. I hope to see your faces again. Tomorrow may very well be another day that I loose another childhood friend.

       I was born in this world naked just like everyone else. Growing up in this world, uncertain of the challenges I would have to endure. Overtime, society slowly tamed me. By me having a weak mind I allowed them to shackle me. I picture what life would be like without these chains wrapped around my hands and feet. Lost with no sense of direction. I’m just another slave with a manipulated thought process.

      Unconscious to reality, because the weight of these chains are so light I almost forgot that I was carrying them. I walk around everyday dragging these chains, gaining nothing. Not knowing my true limitations. Becoming comfortable with these chains. These rusty, noisy chains. I’ve become the same as a dog on a leash. I can only go so far until the leash refrains me. Making me submit to the boundaries. I just want what we all want…freedom.

     I’m beginning to understand this innermost desire of mine. So I’m going to continue stepping through this fog. Feeling. Doing what I can to break these chains. Pulling. Her I am ecslipsed by the conflict at hand. Bending these chains. Learning more about myself. Things I never knew I had. Pulling on these chains. Not caring that these chains are burying into my flesh. But I will use the scars as reminders. Reminders of when I freed my mind. When I freed myself. No more chains. I’ve spent a lifetime dreaming. Listen to the expressions of my heart. I’m misunderstood.

This blog will become thoughts. The door to my mind. The door in my mind has been cracked and now is beginning to open. Watch as I express the beauty behind my heart’s langauge of thought.

     I’m speaking from the mind of the heart. When my heart develops an alphabet. Words will reveal my all. For so long I’ve kept this thoughts trapped. Trapped inside the prison of my heart. But now that I’ve been given a chance, my words our finding their way out. As I write what I feel, stories emerge.

    Consider this my autobiography.  My chance to convey just how I saw the world. All my darkest moments. This may be enjoyment to others. But this is my life. I relieve myself through the expression of words. But I carry on with the scars. This is how I feel inside.

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