It never ceases to amaze me how life, something so powerful, can be so fragile. Like glass, it can stand and hold for years, then shatter at any instance. We see the tradgedies on the news everyday, as if trying to foreshadow what will one day be the cryptic, dark events of our very own lives. It's as if the very passed souls that were once tied to us all are trying to tell us to stop the fighting, stop the hate, stop the ignorance - yet like the very intelligence our ancesters aim to spread, it never seems to seep through, so the dog-eat-dog mindset stay intact.

I look back on my life and think about where I've come from. I remember the run-down house I called home that lacked a father-figure which was replaced by an alcoholic mother. I remember tucking my mom into bed at night because she was too inebriated do it herself. I remember pleading her friends at the end of the night to help me with the simple task so I could skip it this time and go to sleep, yet no help ever came from those useless fucks, the pathetic drunks she chose to label "friends". It's funny how people are quick to label themselves as a sister or a brother, thinking they are that close and that you might consider them kin, but when it all boils down, they're gone quicker than when they falsely labeled themselves family. Everyone seems to just look out for number one. People will lie to you, misuse your trust, and be the most decietful demons you thought only existed in the most horrific and twisted tales.

These days, I'm trying to understand the whole game of "Life". I'm learning more about myself everyday, absorbing knowledge like sponge. I try to better myself with every step I take, and I do my absolute best to protect the ones who I chose to dub family members. People look back on their lives and point out events and think about how this-or-that made them stronger. I've come to realize that a bloodline has nothing to do with Family. You family is made up of the people that watch your back. It's the people that are there for you during the crunch time. Family are the people breathing life into your lungs at the last second when you're too down-and-out to do it yourself. They are the ones that matter in this life. Not the money, not the fame or popularity. The material things don't matter - they never did and never will. I've made so many mistakes in my life and now [B]I feel as though I can see clearly, for the first time in my life.[/B]

So when I'm long gone and my glass has shattered to endless, miniscule chunks of memories and ideologies, I will remember those who stood amongst me, helping me on my journey. I'll remember those few, righteous souls that were there for [B]me[/B], when [B]I[/B] needed a helping hand. [B]I'll remember the ones that didn't ask for anything in return when I needed them most. [/B]

DeLuX