keyandria Miller

Misplaced Book

Sort of like a library book placed in the wrong section by a stumbling, careless child. So easily taking their chubby fingers to the spine of a book and placing it on a random shelf. I have felt so thrown into life. Sort of like a wild animal forced upon it's land with no choice but to seek salvation on it's on. Only it becomes instinct for them, a way of life if you will. Much more difficult as a conscious human being. Especially someone who finds overthinking to be a hobby and not a fun one at that. I remember even having the strangest birth, what's so strange is that I remember the feeling in the atmosphere at the time of my birth. Another funny thing is that I nearly typed death instead of birth. I guess entering this world had felt like a death of some sort. Due to the dramatics I've been blessed with, I've gone through many cycles of death spiritually, emotionally, and mentally. And to live life, is to live life whilst grabbing the cold hard grip of death and walking with it as you live. It isn't a sad, morbid or melancholic life, but it is a life of truth. Some do say truth brings unhappiness, but unhappiness is usually caused by an unshifted perspective. I was the kid who asked THE questions. I remember asking my mom about something she told me as a toddler when I was merely under ten years old. All I remember is the elevation, frustration and anger in her voice, It was then, when I began to question my effortless inquiries about life and religion, It was then when I felt I had to keep my mouth shut. But that was only the beginning of my inquiries about life, I had always found myself questioning the stories in bible study or the ones told at school. Maybe I was a young skeptic in the making.