Titles are never the real deal.

Does anyone else live in a fog?

I could remember a day or two behind myself, and I can comprehend a day or two ahead of myself. My problem is that if asked what I did last monday I'd struggle.

I had an eye opening halloween. True friends have come back into my life, true people of whom I gave up for a fake life that seemed to glitter from a distance. A mile away, the skyline of New York is attractive. Submerged within these towers and he finds dirt and filth and suffering. Halloween reconnected him with the most solid foundation he had to stand upon. His true friends, with true feelings.

Before halloween Kyle felt two driving forces. Sex and Popularity. He endangered friendships for his groin, he falsified himself to be something others would view as "better". Confined to just this, he was blind to an open-minded and realistic reality. <---(Yes, he just used realistic as an adjective to reality, ha) Activities, memories, changes, and thoughts were all brutally filtered through A: Will it get me action? B: Will it make people like me?

Up to date, Kyle has budded from this confined seed. He is clearer of thought and action. Open to relationships that will probably never satisfy his lust, but can quench a terrible thirst for real companionship. Real Understanding. He'll accomplish something out of an inner desire, not an external pressure.

Now I feel powerful.

Kate, Ari, I've welcomed you into my life. A revelation needed is what you are.

I hope you have room in your lives for me. I hope you WANT to make room in your lives for me.