I’ve been stabbed by dead moments too often to hear the depths of my own voice driving to keep purpose loud and clear.

What would it mean to hear all?

How often is it true what one wills for them self?

How seldom is truth far below the surface.

What’s a will like this doing in a wasteland of misfits?

No one is where they want to be. 

Not a single one is satisfied. 

Be who you desire and no one else. 

Stray from the herd if you don’t like the direction they’re flocking to.

Never be afraid to make your own way. 

Be true to your desires and own understanding. 

No one knows what you understand. 

You may very well be alone, but it is better to be alone in truth than to be surrounded by lies.