The beginning

It does not feel like long that i have been on the earth. my unwavering mind still runs in its infant stages. i have not grown all. My physical features stand as promised they reek of time. time spent, time lived. My subconconcious , my intellect the darkerness my genesis . I cannot bring my self to trust my insticts to match the desired expectation. Why is though? my succesive failures i have now come tom spotview as norm; a cliche really, for i cannot bring myself to tell stories of such discomfort.Weakness. Why should they matter though? What of the hell that burns inside me? Everything charred within me ,compressed and undeniably destined to coal. Its heavy in here .The dire emptiness that over flows anxiously as i await my fate.Remember i am imcapable even. The bare minimum i stand destructive. For how long do i fight this. I amm as it is me. Isn’t peace found in internal rest? maybe that is my solution , a cliche? far with the reach of all that darkness, that tiniest voice within that spot of light distantly still charges. Bleek but it is the one thing i can count on. Combust it a little wont you dear child? . That wild fire will burn within me or will it.....