Feel
I've come to understand that in life the roads one chooses regardless of distance are never easy to venture. Now I speak from an emotionally disadvantaged perspective, all I've had for emotional support is a quick sand foundation to which I've had to learn through experience how not to wiggle & struggle but rather be still, calm, then slowly pull myself out. Broken promises formed a huge part of my early teenage hood. Gullible, I was a naïve young blood who feigned heavily on others opinions about self, much like a new born baby, its mother's milk & love. I trusted what kept coming my way, dished out in sizable portions which at the time tasted like a nutritious source for the esteem. Gods & Deities materialized in all relationships & acquaintances formed, sacrificial worships poured down the fields that these immortals trotted to "plant" crops that lasted 4 seasons, choosing to see only the good that they spoke of like the congress in the gat...