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Dear Journal Readers,
this is the beginning to an open journal from me about me and life on
death row. It has taken me a lot of nerves to open up in the way that
I'm going to. To bare my soul to a world whom may not even understand.
Anyone who knows or has known me, that while I am a very out going
person I hold a lot inside of me. People have pointed out that they
can see so much going on behind my eyes, yet I never indulge anyone as
to what is going on inside my head. Some say they see a tired and sad
soul. Maybe. But the gist of it is that I generally just don't trust
people enough to tell them my thoughts or to share my opinions. I fear
misunderstanding and I fear rejection. But more than anything I fear
loneliness. I once feared I was damned to die alone.
I'm opening up so that maybe those who feel the same way as I do will
find a way to express themselves to their loved ones. To have hope and
inspiration. My poetry and songs are very cryptic, this deciphers all
of that.
And so... This is my heart, this is my mind and this is soul.
P.S.: Some names have been changed to protect their identities.
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