Here’s the thing about my life.

There is no playlist,

No set of boxes,

No album of photographs,

 No amount of words

That could ever help you to understand

 My life.

Because here’s the difference

That I’ve found in myself:

My life is inside me and ONLY inside me.

There is nothing in this world

 That can tell you about my life.

That’s what makes me different.

Pictures don’t have stories,

 And neither do the songs.

They hold meaning, sure,

 But all the photographs are

Incorrect displays of

Who I was at the time.

Songs are based on emotion

And have nothing to do with me.

Words are empty

And boxes full of memory

 Are just ghosts from another life

I’ve lived inside this one.

I hold all my life within me,

And I don’t know how to get it out of me.

 I want someone to understand it,

 I want someone to know this story…

But it’s so much MORE than anyone

Could ever know,

And understand,

Or even begin to fathom.