My Projects

My reason for living
To keep myself pushing through
My calling
To help me deal with my emotions
To fulfill a need
To create
To express
To dream
These things are all for me, myself, and I
Not made for you
Or anyone else for that matter
Not contrived by some formula
Unless to express a complete logical thought
A beginning, a middle, and an end
I wept and bled for them
It isn't always easy to create
Sometimes it's much like pulling teeth
Slow, drudgery, tugging along slowly
But they will all get done
When I have time and energy
Life eats away at my time
Always ever pushing forward
I cannot put the breaks on
For a moments rest
So I drag along with the rest of humanity
Including the things that make me happy
So I can get through the day
They are all mine
And for all of me
As selfishly as I can be