I’m not very, all there, right now, I’m suffering because I’m dis-abled. This is the last week of an era. A week today, a new one starts. I’ve lived out of the same suitcase for a year. I’ve not had a true bedroom, definitely not a home, for a year length of time. 15th October I flew to Dubai. 24th October I move back to Manchester(properly and for real). I start studying again, I start building myself. The road to self-actualisation begins. I must learn how to live. The inspiration and guidance is around me in abundance, I just, must, utilize it. To not be pushed over, to construct meaningful and lasting connections with people, and build respect for myself. Show people what I can do. I love it when you count me out. Count me out till the day I die. I am everything and nothing at the same time, remember. Give me the chance and I will not disappoint, trust me, you have my word. Where can I go, what can I achieve. I truly believe the sky is the limit, why do people like me when I’ve done nothing people like, why do people help me when all I’ve done is hinder, why am I here when I should be over there. Does anyone understand me, do I even understand myself. I’ve been closer to being sucked in before this, but I am on the cusp right now, both of greatness and despair. Which way will it go, where can my mind, body and soul take me,right now?…not very far, but in time, everything will click into rhyme. I will be moving, and keeping it moving till the day I die.