Bruised, Broken, Busted,

laying in the gutter and never getting up.

Some people have a window you know, a place of happiness, mercy and kindness, I only   had blank walls.

So i laugh at those who are made with windows because it was made for them, showing them one side of the view, one side that others wanted them to see. There windows of theirs they are actually doors, doors made by other leading to places only others can know, you don’t and isn’t that scary? who is making these doors for you to go through? Doors lead somewhere, have you ever thought about that?

Ha, no of course not. I have decided since i never had a window, perhaps i should make one, i want one after all, i want a door.

But i didn’t have the tools, i looked and looked and looked some more in this empty room of mine, when i looked all i had was my hands and so that is all i’ll use. (choice ha what choice did i have?) i told myself and i keep telling myself to keep going never give up. Others have a window, you don’t, make one. Make a better one, make one on all the walls, this is yours so you have to make it, but all i had to make it was my hands. And bruised broken, busted they were never the best hands but they were all i had.

So there I was laying in the gutter, the walls had won, but I got up again, they wouldn’t win always, I knew. I had to win, so I got up again and again and again. I decided that next I would break the ceiling.