Excerpt from a Story I’ll Never Write
The world has always been a confusing place to me. it’s big, and loud and filled with so much diversity. Even so, i always knew, that what I saw on a day to day basis was the good part. The part you saw on T.V., in the movies, and read about in books. Where ones problems were seen as lesser, because they were not life and death. Where people took one look at you and immediately thought you could not understand.
Like I said ... the good part.
I had always thought that I was made for greatness, for something more than what others saw. I thought that I would bring some sort of great thing to the lives of those around me, that I would feel fulfilled in everything I do. That I knew, what to do.
Looking back, much like John Snow, I knew nothing.
Now, here I am. In a place I don’t know, surrounded by people I don’t know. Searching for the sign that I am free from my chains. Chains given to me by people, who took one look at me, and decided who I was, who I would be, before I so much as opened my mouth to say hello.
