AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I just want to scream. At what, I don't know.. maybe everything...maybe nothing...maybe just at myself. The rain seems to bring to the surface so many emotions that I would rather not show. Any one else ever feel that way? Writing is my medium. Its an outlet. These keys help me express. The alphabet lifts me out of my cocoon. I have so much, yet my life seems so empty sometimes. I know I'm blessed. I do not question it. But, days like this cause loud alarms to ring in my mind. They make me question so much of what I have done, and what I failed to do. Who I am, and who I wanted to be. Why does this have to be so hard? The heart is so fickle. Don't you think? One day, you can be on cloud nine, and the next, a hole so deep you can't see the sky. It cries out loud when things go wrong, and it giggles like a child when something moves you inside. It lives to love, and it loves to feel. The mind is no better. It can be a means to free you, or it can hold you captive at its will. Memories are its minions, and the past, present and future its battle field. It can make you wonder about what you were once certain, and drive you insane just as quickly as it can appease you. Constantly, I strive to find a balance between my heart and mind, and it is such a challenge. I never know when I'm leaning too far left or too far right. I can't even tell when one should be utilized more than the other, or are you supposed to use both for every step you take in life? I am not perfect. World, hear me as I yell, I am a flawed mortal. I shall never be perfect. In my imperfection, I shall learn to find contentment. If the world cannot stand by and embrace this fact, I shall not allow it to take away my happiness either. I see a lot of me that shames me. I see a lot of me that makes me proud. I see a lot of me that makes me upset. I see a lot of me that makes me smile. I see a lot of me thats frustrating, but I also see a lot of me that I love. At times, I feel very insync with the hermit crab ...for while I treasure the solace of my shell, occasionally I seek interaction... secretly hoping that I will not be hurt nor assured that perhaps I should have just remained in my underground tunnel. For while sand tunnels can be beautiful and protective, they can also be dark and lonely places. And in the end, which one of us wants to be alone?? ~This concludes my mind cluster, D | 
