From what I can remember, I need to speak clearly, profoundly, proudly, honestly, strictly, purely. I am shy, I am afraid, I am weak, I forget, I lie, I sin, I disobey, I am ugly, I feel beautiful. I remember him telling me, "you are forever." I feel safe in his words, he speaks so strongly. In his words I know peace and love. I feel love. When I forget his words I remember my sorrow. I don't want to be sad anymore. But I am not sad. I am not afraid. I am not shy. I am not weak. I do lie, but I am only a human! Projected images are sprayed from my eye, more from my mind to my eye, to what I see in front of me, which is behind you. Think of this, you're not sure if what behind you is what you see when you turn around and it is front of you, truth of it all is, what is really existing, what is really non-existing, which one is reality and which one is just trapped up in our head. For me he spoke, he didn't just 'talk', he spoke, and I listened, I sat hours and hours and listened. He spoke on behalf of his inner most demons, he named them simply, his subconcious. What an explation to every thought processed, every pure reaction, every impure thought.

Alright now.