Alien Vision
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When you were just a young kid, do you remember that feeling you got whenever your parent(s) were whispering to each other, or to a friend? Like you were left out? Even if there were probably other times you had a great time, you still couldn't help but feel like their was a hole in your stomache during those times. What about when they told you to go into the other room? When they told you that you were too young to understand what they were saying..? That connection that is missing.. The impact it has on us, for something we can't control.. The feeling of being lost.
What about when you love somebody? They don't portray enough for you to understand whether they are genuine or not. You cannot tell if they are leading you on.. So you get desperate, and start to question them..You test them..You know you love them, but somewhere inside, something wants to know the truth, even if it's paired with our negative emotions.. {Our minds will always play perfect realities in our head over and over again.. The real reality is a labyrinth that has no exit, it's not about escaping.. It's about enduring it for the rest of your life, to continue on the winding, endless path until you collapse..} What if this labyrinth was pressured by a lost connection? What if the strength you should have, that comes from those around you, were to be missing? {A broken connection with those around us, is a broken connection with ourselves..} The impact it has on us, for something we can't control.. The feeling of being unsure.
How about when you are talking to somebody trying to communicate with them? You forget a word that is vital to the rest of your conversation.. Yet, you can never remember that word..Can you feel that frustration? You know you should be able to remember it, but it won't come to you.. Without this word, the person on the other end can't understand what you were trying to say, because you were explaining something that was deep, and personal to you..The information that you said before that wouldn't be enough to shed light on what you were trying to get across.. Can you feel that fog that forms between you and them.. Can you feel the world close in on you? Can you feel the tension, and the breaking of balance? The breaking of comfort, and that connection you know you should have.. The impact is has on us, for something we can't control.. The feeling of being angry.
- What if that broken connection was there your entire life? -
During my entire life I never cared for the mainstream, and the ''normal'' things that the majority of our world likes. My mother was passive. She always hated violence, and was the goody two-shoes in her childhood. My father was the dominant character who understood when violence was needed, and when we should be able to protect ourselves.. I chose my mother's beliefs, which was then accompanied with God, peace, and other things that only made my life a living hell because of my ''fruity'' personality that I developed. I never could hit back. Kids that were 5x bigger than me would punch me dead in the chest, and later I would hear them say a cuss word. I'd let them go, and they still bullied me the next day. I was only 9, so how would I know what this world is capable of? I was just like every other kid who wonders what it looks like on the counter, because they were too short to see from the floor, only to regret it. I had red hair, was really skinny, and was a bashful individual who tried to act cool. I had nothing going for me. I remember so many times I felt like I was a failure as a person. I couldn't remember the lyrics to a song, while everyone around me was able to sing all of the lyrics. I remember when I saw kids always becoming stronger faster than me. I remember when I would watch their happiness, and the joy they had hanging out with each other, while I would sit behind the trees tearing leaves into pieces asking myself why I deserve this.. This one day a black kid made fun of me because of how I sat down on my desk prepared for the day. I was just a kid that everyone wanted nothing to do with, because I was that ''angel'' and was vulnerable to bullying. I never learned how to defend myself, because of my mother..
My father has a very bad temper.. I remember this one time I tried to explain to him that I found something that he was looking for, and I couldn't tell what he was trying to say. I kept telling him that I found it in my room, he said ''Where!?''. I said ''In my room'', he got frustrated and pushed me. I then said out of terror, ''By the cabinets''. He then walks off saying ''Thats all I wanted to know''. Like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.. Another time he was playing with me in the bathroom with the toothbrush infront of the mirror, and he accidentally hit me hard with it. I told him ''That hurt!'' he said ''I did not hurt you''. I told him that he did, and he stormed off out of the bathroom angry. My dad used to read us bedtime stories at night, so when my brother was getting ready for bed. My dad got a book to read and sat on the floor in the room by the metal bunkbed. I told him that I could feel the lump on my head where he hit me with the toothbrush. He said ''I did not hurt you!''. He then slammed my head on the metal bar. Yep.. Not only that, he said ''You don't get a story tonight. Go to bed.'' He turned off the light and I heard him calmly reading the story to my brother out in the living room. ( I am in tears while typing this..) I was blamed for so many things that I didn't mean to do or never did. There was another time where I was 7 in timeout, and my mother said ''I don't think he cares about me''. I said ''I don't care''. (Because at that age I got confused with ''I do care'' and ''I don't care'', like ''I do mind''. ''I don't mind.''.) My mom then yelled at me, and my father joined in, and they wouldn't even give me a chance to explain myself.. (I never could relate to anybody.. My only friend was myself, and the emptiness of my many lockups by my mom. Everyone has an ugly face. Just because my mom follows God, believes in peace, and is goody two-shoes, she was just as ****ed up as my father..
As I grew up, I learned how to defend myself, but I still couldn't connect with people. I am like a lost puppy to my used to be friends. I am lost in this world, and people make it even harder by thinking I am an egocentric troubled teen who has a god-complex that only thinks of himself. When I am not happy with my entire life. I want to go back before the head injury, and the horrible cough spells that hit me on July 6th 2010. I almost suffocated due to my throat closing up while coughing uncontrollably in the kitchen. I would tear up everytime I had a coughing spell every 20 seconds like I had bread crumbs in my throat. (The doctors told me that is was my sinuses draining, but I have seen plenty of of people with their sinuses draining, and they never coughed like I did. I didn't even have the right symptoms. Something else hit me that day, and I have yet to understand it.) I have two things that built huge gaps in my life that changed my entire persona, so now it's nearly impossible to connect with people because it's like something shot through a piece of my subconscious. Like a meteor put a giant hole in my mind. Which now I am always into abstract, and writing, regardless if I don't use ''proper grammar'' or ''normal visuals''. I write what comes to me, what my minds processes. I do my very best to connect with people. I just can't think in your mind's axis. My mind is full of inconsistency, there has been times I even put up a giant argument over something that doesn't exist and I don't even know why.. The things I wrote, drew, and composed during the 3 months I had an amnesia from my head injury, I am unable to recognize it as my work even though it's clearly on my computer. The writing is deep, and more collected than what I am writing now. It's like another person that was me, wrote, drew, composed everything. You don't have to believe me, or anything. I am the only one who is cursed to live with these two strange moments in my life, so I have to burden the fact people will be doubting everything that I say..
In which, I don't care.. I just want to get this out there, so you understand why I am always changing my personality, and everything about me, aswell as my picture..
It's my way of trying to figure out how to connect with you by trying different things, which is all failing. I just can't connect with you without using a fake, happy personality that is not me, which doesn't talk about philosophy and is why I had the two friends I had before the head injury. This is the only way I can connect with people.. I want to share my deep, complex ideas, but I can't.. I try.. I just can't. Only a few people understand me, and they are just the few friends I have on my MSN. What do I expect, really? I feel like I am on a different frequency with everybody. I feel like I am staring out from a window when I talk to people face to face.. It's this weird dark cloud that layers over this world. Things around me disappear, because I am trying so hard to focus on the person infront of me, but it's like their words aren't registered by my brain. Which is why I made alot of mistakes when it came to my ex. I try really hard though.. I feel good when I am able to do something once in a blue moon.. But, I just can't connect.. Like..
My mom used to babysit kids alot, and this one family had a girl that I used to talk to alot. She tried to understand me, because she was with God, as such. One day I opened up to her, and told her that I hated my brother because she asked me what I thought about him. She got upset and told me that she was going to tell my mother, and I was pleading her not to. I remember how I felt submissive, and just focused on the fact she was about to tell on me, without letting me explain to her why I felt the way I did, when my brother is a lying piece of **** to begin with..
I know I am saying the words.. I know I am speaking English.. Why my words cannot get across, and why everyone else's words I try to listen to makes me feel like I am watching in a dark room with a fogged up mirror.. I try. This is what matters, but in the end being alone will always elaborate how it can be a curse..
{I don't mind being alone, it's why I am alone that makes me feel lost.}
I just don't know anymore.. I am a guardian alien. I wish to protect, but I am alienated by my inability to connect with people before, and after the head injury.. The head injury just makes it harder for me to connect with people for obvious reasons. I don't care anymore, because none of you care anymore. You just deface everything that seems out of place, and you never give people like me a chance to deem myself genuine as what I have become, or why. You just jump to all of the attention *****s out there, and throw me in along with them.. It's depressing..
All I want is somebody to talk to, that can understand me, without me trying to break the mirror to become somebody I am not..
That is all I could ever wish for..
When you were just a young kid, do you remember that feeling you got whenever your parent(s) were whispering to each other, or to a friend? Like you were left out? Even if there were probably other times you had a great time, you still couldn't help but feel like their was a hole in your stomache during those times. What about when they told you to go into the other room? When they told you that you were too young to understand what they were saying..? That connection that is missing.. The impact it has on us, for something we can't control.. The feeling of being lost.
What about when you love somebody? They don't portray enough for you to understand whether they are genuine or not. You cannot tell if they are leading you on.. So you get desperate, and start to question them..You test them..You know you love them, but somewhere inside, something wants to know the truth, even if it's paired with our negative emotions.. {Our minds will always play perfect realities in our head over and over again.. The real reality is a labyrinth that has no exit, it's not about escaping.. It's about enduring it for the rest of your life, to continue on the winding, endless path until you collapse..} What if this labyrinth was pressured by a lost connection? What if the strength you should have, that comes from those around you, were to be missing? {A broken connection with those around us, is a broken connection with ourselves..} The impact it has on us, for something we can't control.. The feeling of being unsure.
How about when you are talking to somebody trying to communicate with them? You forget a word that is vital to the rest of your conversation.. Yet, you can never remember that word..Can you feel that frustration? You know you should be able to remember it, but it won't come to you.. Without this word, the person on the other end can't understand what you were trying to say, because you were explaining something that was deep, and personal to you..The information that you said before that wouldn't be enough to shed light on what you were trying to get across.. Can you feel that fog that forms between you and them.. Can you feel the world close in on you? Can you feel the tension, and the breaking of balance? The breaking of comfort, and that connection you know you should have.. The impact is has on us, for something we can't control.. The feeling of being angry.
- What if that broken connection was there your entire life? -
During my entire life I never cared for the mainstream, and the ''normal'' things that the majority of our world likes. My mother was passive. She always hated violence, and was the goody two-shoes in her childhood. My father was the dominant character who understood when violence was needed, and when we should be able to protect ourselves.. I chose my mother's beliefs, which was then accompanied with God, peace, and other things that only made my life a living hell because of my ''fruity'' personality that I developed. I never could hit back. Kids that were 5x bigger than me would punch me dead in the chest, and later I would hear them say a cuss word. I'd let them go, and they still bullied me the next day. I was only 9, so how would I know what this world is capable of? I was just like every other kid who wonders what it looks like on the counter, because they were too short to see from the floor, only to regret it. I had red hair, was really skinny, and was a bashful individual who tried to act cool. I had nothing going for me. I remember so many times I felt like I was a failure as a person. I couldn't remember the lyrics to a song, while everyone around me was able to sing all of the lyrics. I remember when I saw kids always becoming stronger faster than me. I remember when I would watch their happiness, and the joy they had hanging out with each other, while I would sit behind the trees tearing leaves into pieces asking myself why I deserve this.. This one day a black kid made fun of me because of how I sat down on my desk prepared for the day. I was just a kid that everyone wanted nothing to do with, because I was that ''angel'' and was vulnerable to bullying. I never learned how to defend myself, because of my mother..
My father has a very bad temper.. I remember this one time I tried to explain to him that I found something that he was looking for, and I couldn't tell what he was trying to say. I kept telling him that I found it in my room, he said ''Where!?''. I said ''In my room'', he got frustrated and pushed me. I then said out of terror, ''By the cabinets''. He then walks off saying ''Thats all I wanted to know''. Like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.. Another time he was playing with me in the bathroom with the toothbrush infront of the mirror, and he accidentally hit me hard with it. I told him ''That hurt!'' he said ''I did not hurt you''. I told him that he did, and he stormed off out of the bathroom angry. My dad used to read us bedtime stories at night, so when my brother was getting ready for bed. My dad got a book to read and sat on the floor in the room by the metal bunkbed. I told him that I could feel the lump on my head where he hit me with the toothbrush. He said ''I did not hurt you!''. He then slammed my head on the metal bar. Yep.. Not only that, he said ''You don't get a story tonight. Go to bed.'' He turned off the light and I heard him calmly reading the story to my brother out in the living room. ( I am in tears while typing this..) I was blamed for so many things that I didn't mean to do or never did. There was another time where I was 7 in timeout, and my mother said ''I don't think he cares about me''. I said ''I don't care''. (Because at that age I got confused with ''I do care'' and ''I don't care'', like ''I do mind''. ''I don't mind.''.) My mom then yelled at me, and my father joined in, and they wouldn't even give me a chance to explain myself.. (I never could relate to anybody.. My only friend was myself, and the emptiness of my many lockups by my mom. Everyone has an ugly face. Just because my mom follows God, believes in peace, and is goody two-shoes, she was just as ****ed up as my father..
As I grew up, I learned how to defend myself, but I still couldn't connect with people. I am like a lost puppy to my used to be friends. I am lost in this world, and people make it even harder by thinking I am an egocentric troubled teen who has a god-complex that only thinks of himself. When I am not happy with my entire life. I want to go back before the head injury, and the horrible cough spells that hit me on July 6th 2010. I almost suffocated due to my throat closing up while coughing uncontrollably in the kitchen. I would tear up everytime I had a coughing spell every 20 seconds like I had bread crumbs in my throat. (The doctors told me that is was my sinuses draining, but I have seen plenty of of people with their sinuses draining, and they never coughed like I did. I didn't even have the right symptoms. Something else hit me that day, and I have yet to understand it.) I have two things that built huge gaps in my life that changed my entire persona, so now it's nearly impossible to connect with people because it's like something shot through a piece of my subconscious. Like a meteor put a giant hole in my mind. Which now I am always into abstract, and writing, regardless if I don't use ''proper grammar'' or ''normal visuals''. I write what comes to me, what my minds processes. I do my very best to connect with people. I just can't think in your mind's axis. My mind is full of inconsistency, there has been times I even put up a giant argument over something that doesn't exist and I don't even know why.. The things I wrote, drew, and composed during the 3 months I had an amnesia from my head injury, I am unable to recognize it as my work even though it's clearly on my computer. The writing is deep, and more collected than what I am writing now. It's like another person that was me, wrote, drew, composed everything. You don't have to believe me, or anything. I am the only one who is cursed to live with these two strange moments in my life, so I have to burden the fact people will be doubting everything that I say..
In which, I don't care.. I just want to get this out there, so you understand why I am always changing my personality, and everything about me, aswell as my picture..
It's my way of trying to figure out how to connect with you by trying different things, which is all failing. I just can't connect with you without using a fake, happy personality that is not me, which doesn't talk about philosophy and is why I had the two friends I had before the head injury. This is the only way I can connect with people.. I want to share my deep, complex ideas, but I can't.. I try.. I just can't. Only a few people understand me, and they are just the few friends I have on my MSN. What do I expect, really? I feel like I am on a different frequency with everybody. I feel like I am staring out from a window when I talk to people face to face.. It's this weird dark cloud that layers over this world. Things around me disappear, because I am trying so hard to focus on the person infront of me, but it's like their words aren't registered by my brain. Which is why I made alot of mistakes when it came to my ex. I try really hard though.. I feel good when I am able to do something once in a blue moon.. But, I just can't connect.. Like..
My mom used to babysit kids alot, and this one family had a girl that I used to talk to alot. She tried to understand me, because she was with God, as such. One day I opened up to her, and told her that I hated my brother because she asked me what I thought about him. She got upset and told me that she was going to tell my mother, and I was pleading her not to. I remember how I felt submissive, and just focused on the fact she was about to tell on me, without letting me explain to her why I felt the way I did, when my brother is a lying piece of **** to begin with..
I know I am saying the words.. I know I am speaking English.. Why my words cannot get across, and why everyone else's words I try to listen to makes me feel like I am watching in a dark room with a fogged up mirror.. I try. This is what matters, but in the end being alone will always elaborate how it can be a curse..
{I don't mind being alone, it's why I am alone that makes me feel lost.}
I just don't know anymore.. I am a guardian alien. I wish to protect, but I am alienated by my inability to connect with people before, and after the head injury.. The head injury just makes it harder for me to connect with people for obvious reasons. I don't care anymore, because none of you care anymore. You just deface everything that seems out of place, and you never give people like me a chance to deem myself genuine as what I have become, or why. You just jump to all of the attention *****s out there, and throw me in along with them.. It's depressing..
All I want is somebody to talk to, that can understand me, without me trying to break the mirror to become somebody I am not..
That is all I could ever wish for..