Good evening you creatures of life, how time has been on my mind for the past bit. Just thinking about the past and how things I have done seem so minute to the life I have now. Here I am trying to become a reader of books and writer of life, yet not so long ago, I was a tyrant to the world of peace. Drugs, women, drink and soul were all things that I found easy to get and easier to lose. Driven minds thinking life was not to become a chore but a dragon you chased to the end of time. Sometimes when you touched the tail, you got to see truth masked in cocaine candy. A dream that only ends with the drugs.

Now I have a mind that I wish was clearer, A body worth being in, A lost child who never found home until the drugs took their time with the husk that was left. Like a doll on strings, I danced and tore my skin off for the feeling of being human when all I could feel was like a god when so high that I touched stars. Never to know until too late, when you reach for them with false means, you are burned by them as the tasks you should have faced were burned away with the smell of melted Styrofoam. White yellow rocks of disturbed thoughts and fantasy being a broken inhaler, times when I would sell a soul, to whatever devil would answer, just to ride the lighting one more time to the dragon’s tomb of decay.

Now in the times I have become clean from the hard shit, stick to my weed now, I have seen many things and have had times when I thought I had the answers, maybe I did, I cannot remember them. That is ok, as when I think I remember them I fall into the fear of the simmering plastics that became a fear inducing smell. Then I realize the cost of false knowledge is the soul and all its honor. I am just happy to know I seen it once and I am happy knowing I can’t remember it. For I have the feeling inside it is something that is more costly than anyone could afford.

All in all this was something I just needed to talk about, for some time now this truth has been hidden from ones who I feared would take it and run away from the man I am trying to be now. A lot of things I am not proud of, but I am choosing to face them with a pure honesty to help myself be less derived of self happiness and have the world know that their words hurt far less then the things I have called myself.

Just to say after this, We got this as even through the dammed world of lighting rides, when you get of you are not alone.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.