So this is me. And this is my attempt at defining my existence, and excuse of a life calling. And this is my attempt at showing the world what I am made of, and excuse to hear myself talk. This is my attempt at finding the good in what I do, and my attempt at not just seeing every little thing that could be better. This is my attempt to find another reason to just lay on the ground and look up, and my attempt at showing everyone else what I see from my angle. This is my attempt at making up down, and left right. My futile attempt at making my views more of a norm, and less of a bore. The excuse the boast what I have and you don't. The excuse to be seen, and more or less to be heard. I will not be over-looked, under-estimated, danced-around, quietly hushed, or told to keep the peace anymore. This is my angle, and this is what I see through my lens. You don't have to look, as long as you know this is me.
