Self

     Way back before boys started piercing there ears, or even before I started growing grass on any of my fields, there was this thing called self. See back then it was only a part of you, just something that you contained, but still just as important as the first thing ever given to you. You know that word that means your name. Back then I didn't have to deal with the trials of the soul, just remained content with the beating of my heart, pride of ones self came later in the game. I look at you and wonder where the hell did I ever lose my way, the truth about that figure staring at me from a shiny wall. I give you way to much credit than you deserve, robing myself of glorious points in life that to me are on a biblical scale. Noah built the arc with his bare hands and you manage to tear down my heart with soft skin, pretty eyes, and a lack of words that at some point meant absolutely nothing to me. I know my journey will never be over because snakes will always hide in holes, and vultures like the love I have for self will always circle me. Why must life continue to throw stones at my glass house, blow down my cardboard trees, and piss in the water that I cleanse my eternal soul with as if it was my fault that bees make honey and most bushes shed leaves. I did not create this world that I live in but I will believe in self, push self, motivate self, feed, fuck, and finance self because I believe that the sun will shine even on a dead dogs ass from time to time. So instead of continuously sticking rainbows up my proud ass in hopes that my teeth will shine brighter as this fake ass smile is presented to you each day. Realize that my fields have grown and now I know the value of self which means you are now just a stain on the back of my mind that even I can't wash away. At least not by myself...........!

Tray_Alexandria