EVERYTHING HAPPENS WITH PURPOSE
When the seat in which I sit, the size of the earth in which I explore, becomes so beautiful that my mind can no longer accept it to be real, my reality becomes controlled by the very imagination that tries so hard to understand it.
I force myself to journey away from the very heaven I have found and I am left alone with myself and the ripple in the water in which my reflection lies. As I look into his being I find only ugliness as my mind cannot escape the eyes staring back. Fighting to choose whether to breathe, to live, and to keep my candle a flame as the world I share with my reflection smothers and blinds me from the universe in which I now feel abandoned, I have no choice but to decide.
This book is a conversation I had with myself.
Art can make your thoughts beautiful, when your mind is ugly.
The words throughout kept me alive during my darkest hour. When I reached out for help, wanting nothing more than to end my own life, I had a conversation. This book is that dialogue's response. This book gave me purpose. This book kept me awake, and helped me fall asleep. This book helped me battle my mental illness and accept being bipolar.
This book could help you.
" A MAN W I TH GL A SSES " is the work of art that I created, so that I would want to be alive. I found meaning in life, and I now love life because of it. This book was inspired by a friend, who assured me to be patient, for one day I would see the clear blue again. It's sunny as I write this, and it's funny, because the blue is all around, and right now I am happy.