Rape

I have to write this up. This is how I see it.

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I heard her pain last night and I will not let a second pass without telling the world that there are souls waiting for redemption. That it's crooked alleys have once again been the path to the corruption of one's soul.

As she saw her dignity ruptured by her own flesh, she withdraws to the dark night. Fear crept in like the unevitable withering of flowers. The tide has gone low, and so did her self esteem. She has forgotten how important she is to this world. She remained quiet.

The sound of the sea will never hum its song again. All she heard from then on are the waves crashing, angry and wild, ready to swallow her to it's bottom.

Cry if you must, but never let your the shadow get you. Say it out loud. I will listen.

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This entry is for X who shall never be named. She was raped by her stepfather. To all, please speak up. Listen and act.

Steering One's Life.

I've been trying to evaluate everything for the past few minutes and I have come to the point that I am about to pull all the hair on my head from their follicles.

Here's a list of the things that I am not blessed with:

1. Fulfilling career.
2. A relationship worth ranting and raving about, or any kind of relationship for that matter.
3. My own pad, which I am supposed to be working on.
4. A car.

Here are the things that I am blessed with.

1. Friends that no matter how distant we are to each other, we will always remain friends no matter.
2. A salary higher than what I am supposed to be earning.
3. This Blog. The freedom to express one's self without being barred.


that's 4 :3. What does that imply? Does it mean that I haven't worked damn well? Have I been lying around letting my ass get fat?

I still have next year. So, all in all I still have the steer to my cammand.