JayBirdz13

Legalize it...

He sits there alone, in a hotel room filled with someone elses happy memories. The cigarette between his fingers and the smoke that fills his lungs is the only thing that is keeping him attached to this world. He knows that at any moment he could slip off, and float into the world of his mind. A place darker than loneliness, a place that embodies everything that drives him insane. He has not known comfort in days, weeks, perhaps even his entire lifetime. Looked down upon and judged by his peers and his elders. He has had himself and only himself. So he thinks, Its all my fault then. Ive missed something, Ive looked over some important part

Mediocre. At everything. In a world full of extraordinary people, I am mediocre. There are angels, musicians. There are people in this world, their voices can make others cry, or laugh. They inspire. There are scholars, With their words, they shape the world into a paradise, and all through the creativity of there own written soul.  The painters, the artists, People that can capture a moment of beauty and emotion into a single, spectacular slate. Why cant I be them?  Why do I have to stand so far away, and be so frozen by there beauty? Why am I so average, so different?  I want to be them  I want to be in their world.