Is the space you're in affecting you?

Is the space you're in affecting you?

I feel distant...Not close to anything familiar...lost. I once wrote...”I'm so lost don't know where I am going...left...right...nowhere. Blinded, can't see. Invisible can't feel...me.”

That's where I've been.

Every person, place, or thing I've known for 25 years...has all at once vanished. It's insane. And that's where I've gone...literally.

I'm currently awaiting psychological evaluation for the second time due to a few incidents I had recently. I've had far too many questions and not enough answers. I haven't sought answers to these questions because I believe there are none. But here lies the answer.

Writing....

Placing my thoughts on paper.

Me, myself, and I.

A great poet...a gifted writer...

Trapped in negative space. Uncomfortable space...but livable.

Trapped right where I need to be.

Writer's block

R.I.P.

#LovePeaceProgression

PEOPLE!

February 18, 2015 @ work

Painted as weak but close to invincible.
Torn down, beaten, neglected, and abused...
but indestructible.
Strong enough to make others believe
But weak enough to crumble with a single touch
A beautiful flower - now withered,
but still rooted in hopes of rebirth.
Potential defined.
Lost...
Confused...
Denied the opportunity to experience life...
To grow...
To just be...
Some there's no saving....trying to find themselves...
wandering aimlessly...refusing help...ready to give up.
For them it's hard to hope
In them it's hard to believe
But change is unpredictable, always attainable, and infinite in its existence when someone reaches deep within them-self or decides to reach out.
To Believe....

Barricaded

These keys hold freedom in their possession.
They lock in the depressed and are the source of my oppression,
I spend 40 plus hours a week redirecting
and trying to give people hope
in a place that sees no purpose in perpetuating progression
but rather making money off of special kids who need help dealing with life lessons
....these keys are weapons.
Harming to those that hold them and painful to those left behind because when the door to the outside closes it's magnetized, and both sides realize that this barricade exists not only physically but also in their minds.
..mine saying...
how could you?
Make these kids slaves, lock them up like they're caged, call them by patients and problems instead of by their names while the other side in their mind says...
I'm never leaving this place,
I'm tired of seeing the same faces, but I want to know what it's like, I need some space...
is this what my whole life will be like?
Keys open doors.
who is holding the key to yours?
the key to your life...
the keys to your home...???