MY ATTRACTION TO MY ADDICTION TO SELF, IS THE MASSAGE THAT I RECIEVE IN THOUGHT THE BELIEF OF DOUPT, THE WORD OF PITY,,

OF SELF DESTRCUTION AND MIND, BODY OF CONFUSION, IT IS THE WORLD OF HAMMER ECHOS, THAT DIPLAY THEMSLEVES IN MY DREAMS, ESCAPING INTO THE DAYS AS I WALK IN WONDER,

I HAVE NOT GRASP ANY OF IT YET, FOR IT HAS NOT SECRETLY VOICED IT'S OPINION IN M Y EAR, JUST IN MY IMAGINATION,

IT GIVES ME HEART BREAK, PITY, LONLINESS, QUESTIONS AND YET I HAVE NOT RAISED ANY TO ASK,

I HAVE COME ACROSS IT IN THE MIRRORS I LOOK IN, AND IN THE WINDOW'S AS I PASS BY THE PAIN OF REFLECTION, IT HAS GIVEN ME CHANCES, WHICH I HAVE USED OVER AND OVER AGAIN, FOR WHICH I HAVE ABUSED,

I CAN NOT MISPLACE IT, NOR CAN I SAY I DO NOT FOLLOWED IT, FOR YOU SEE IT IS MY PAST, MY FUTURE, AND I CAPTURE SO IT DOES NOT REVEIL ITSELF TO ME AND OTHERS, IT IS A VAST OF MEMORIES I CLOSE IN CHAPTERS, AND A BOOK I HAVE NOT READY, FOR I HAVE LIVED IT, OVER AND OVER AGAIN IN MY MIRRORS,

MY ATTRACTION TO SELF DOUPT IS MY REFLECTION,


DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER MAURICE RICHARDS