A Writers Tale

Here I stand,  24, feeling less than alive... Trying to hide behind the light even though the light is exactly what illuminates the lies I tell myself, When I'm awake in a personal nightmare which is both creating a beauty beyond belief and also crushing all the beauty that had previously been, Such backwards logic, unjust thinking, You can't hide behind that which illuminates.  I once saw the world with a glimmer of hope, a belief that everything works out on the whole, I felt wonder in all shapes and forms,  Nobody was truly evil, nobody was truly as bad as the world made them seem, I was just a girl, shrouded in dreams, Of a world that may never be...  Silly of me, really...  For perfection lies between the lines of imperfection.  I see this now... There is no such thing as a more perfect world than that of which we live, I am just a girl,  a tiny insecure blim of nothingness...  And I am wishing and praying...

What if I were to tell you a tale, about a person who got too close to the truth?  Who began to see past the veil and as a consequence got forced back in line with a hot plated branding stick.  What if I told you that there exists a form of nano technology, which is sent off into our atmosphere disguised as pollen? and that the purpose of this nano technology was to begin to computerise the biological system of a human? That it enters into the ear and  attaches to the brain cells and then begins to upgrade every one of the cells if you are compatible? If you're incompatible to this nanotechnology then it just serves to kill you early in life and because of how limited the general populations intelligence is, nobody is open minded enough to accept that this is caused by such technology. Most people would deny the existence of such a technology, but it is very, very real. Replaced by robots? No... Just adapted and upgraded... the next stage of human evolution... we...

Mental roadblocks The hardest thing about going down the path of a writer for me is the sitting down and concentrating and focusing and being able to catch up with my thoughts quick enough to be able to write the ideas down before they pop out of existence. I'm thinking the best way to tackle this issue is to have a wire which monitors my brain activity attached to a keyboard to collect and produce my thoughts into a visual format, so I can read over and edit it with ease. I'm kidding of course, I do not have access to that kind of technology... Pep talk to self: "So... Quit yo' Jibber Jabber, Ylana! Roll your sleeves up and get stuck in. You're concentration and focus will improve, just keep focusing, keep contributing to your future self and her progress. You CAN do it, don't let anybody stop you!" Thank you, self... "Thank me in 5 years, now ain't the time for recognition and praisal! Write, write, write! And if you're not writing, at...