Frame of Reference

A Story by yellow devil

If you're going to bring a holy war, be ready to fight some demons. I find myself at a very weak point in my life. I failed many on a retardedly high level. My work level has gone down. A lot. Like bad a lot. And it's dragging me down. If I were a phoenix, I would be ash level. And I'm going to begin again. Although I don't see myself as a phoenix. Maybe a starfish. Or a worm. And not the majority part either. The smaller, less smart part that looks all jacked up and s**t. It's disrespected because it's all, you know, disabled looking and whatnot, but that little f****r just keeps going. And THAT you HAVE to respect. I just wonder what the smarter part of me is doing right now? I laugh to myself right now because as I reread that sentence, I misspelled a word. I bet the smarter part of me would have misspelled that s**t too.

It seems as if I went from taking care of the things I needed to to accepting things as they are. Maybe it's lifes' way of telling me to be still. Ironic in the fact that under a year ago I had a person in my life telling me to be still. My response was that I couldn't. Now that life has taken a few things from me, I guess I have no choice. Some facets of peoples' true character have shown. Some good, some not so much. I'm seriously getting tired.