Im So Lost Im Insane…. Could You Find Me????

We aren't garaunteed a long life. We aren't promised forever. We are given a blank slate and with that slate we are to make something of ourselves. Some become police officers others dancers on Broadway. In some cases others never find their true calling. Everyone who passed this life all have one thing in common the hope our lives matter when we leave. Take hold of your life and make it the mater piece you were always meant to.

Perfect how do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own the saying goes, so why push to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree. Is where you want to be...... Faultless, finished, incomparable no body can ever be these. Anyway when did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others only you can decide for you what is perfect. Poem by- Ellen Hopkins