My PresenceI walk my daily life trying not to disturb the perceptions of others, though I fail because I am not truly invisible. I make it my goal daily to exist in a way that is unseen. I give what I can to those who ask and even more to those who don't, for I believe in untarnished charity, it never fails. I have had few friends in my nineteen years, none of which I care to recall(not even for the sake of remembering "good times"), they thought their actions were inconsequential and I couldn't bare their lack of empathy. I departed from that scene, not idea of friendship but the idea of what a friendship can be.
I try to leave my impression as simple as possible, friendship should be a simple thing. I consider all of those who accept my humility and even those who do not to be my friends. Through a kind gesture I hope with tears that I may have accomplished a good deed for someone. I may have saved a life, or at least comforted an individual who was hurting, the magnitude of what it could have been is irrelevant to me though. You see, an exhange of words would have proven useless in any of those given situations, because it wasn't a voice that brought comfort to me when I battled schizophrenia, it was the sight of a helping hand reaching to me, urging me to come along and seek something I had not even dared to hope for, happiness.
It taught me something, a lesson that hit the ba
Quietanalysis 18-21, M 3 Responses 1 Feb 5, 2013