A poem about a person and his life.

This is not really a poem…more feelings of what it is kind of like living with D.I.D… I’m struggling at the minute at being anywhere and some alters seem to be leaking more into me and…well I dunno, it’s hard to explain. I know some people have noticed this… I was annoyed slightly because some people seem to think living with alters is like how they have characters for their books in their heads… or the fact they like many different things depending on their mood…which I can understand the comparison, but you are very wrong…also the fact that I am a writer and use some of my alters names in my novel they seem to think they are right- I use their names because it is the only way I can gain concentration to look and actually see something in reality long enough to write something!

Mazotoichi™ "Perception is whatever you want it to be."

One scary night.

Steve Wright murdered five women in 2006.

It is amazing what excuses someone will come up with just to get themselves out of bother.

If someone loves you, be delicate with their heart.

Every now and again you read something that really hits a nerve.

Just some things about Owl City.

Sometimes what you imagine is freakishly accurate.