Believe Me

I write because I need to let it out. I write because I need to. I want...
My mind won't stop. It turns like a wheel made from time. A wheel that can never be stopped or destroyed. A wheel the human eye cannot see.

Believe me when I say no one is exceptional. yet everyone is special.
Belief is a funny thing to me. Belief has made lovers, friends, family, colleagues, and enemies. Something so strong and powerful can cause so much of anything you choose to believe in. Can you see?

I sit because I stopped running. I fight because I stopped believing. I cry because I forgot who I was. I scream because I forgot how to listen. I believe it will only get better. Do you see?