When I think of you you my heart breaks with joy amd sadness all at once. To have had the chance to bathe in your beauty forever and have lost that chance have left me a changed man. Every butterfly deserve a chance at freedom and every Raven a branch to perch. Mhlyh always and forever.
Writing because it kills the heartache of reality.
I have no more strength to deal with these thieves and liars. Take my life’s work, take my heart and soul for you’ve used them raw and empty. I’m a worthless shell of man with nothing to show for this miserable existence you’ve left me.
God’s light pours from my wounds as you laugh and point at the demise of me. Just a man trying to find a soft place to rest my head. No drama no fights. Just paint and writing. Enjoying what’s left of this life and body. I am not what you think I am I am not your past triggers I am not your demons I am as mirror simple and true what people cast upon me is simply a reflection of you. I have no agenda or plot. No grand schemes other than to see beautiful things in everyone and everywhere. Chemo and cancer, radiation and Parkinson’s disease don’t make good mixes one speeds the other. They feed off of each other until i, me . The man you see before you today, dizzy in thoughts and body. Shaky of hand and heart. This, me is simply a man literally dying to find peace… What evils you would perceive in me are very honestly your own. All I’ve ever wanted was to have a companion to share this wicked yet beautiful adventure with… So judge away, point and whisper huddle in your coven and magik away. I’ve know all my life whom I’m supposed to be. I am Benjamin Micheal Prewitt. I am a vessel of light for those who need be. I am a warrior of any Creed by your side whenever in need. I am lover, a husband, a father and friend. I was that guy that would have stayed until the bitter end. A loyal dog, unwaivering by your side.. Sadly this world has killed me. For the my light surely will fade. I can feel no love only slowly fading shades of grey.
Benjamin-catharic writing to save my soul from what my heart and hands would. 🙏
This life, this love, that flows freely between you and me. Of nature or natural, of nurture or need, of sanctuary or seduction. These veins fill with life, with love that flows freely as this grows into the tree it will be, this life, this love…… between you and me.
A morning freewrite. Trying hard to re-become the person I aspire to be. So often I speak of free will and choices. So often in life we find ourselves in situations where someone or something is or has taken our freewill or choices away. Well I’ve learned good or bad, it is the perception and the choice that is always our own. Choose wisely.
Since I was born I’ve been a sensitive human, a kind hearted, giving to a fault human. Circumstances in this life have made me hard and deeply bitter I have-had realized. Over the last year I’ve shed that skin, I’ve been through the hells of This life one last time and have purged, rather forcefully the last evils from my life.
People,places things, behaviors that have gone unchecked or unrealized for to long. It’s I’mpossible for me to accurately describe to you what it’s like in my head now after 9 years with Parkisons disease, 7 hard f’ing years of balancing medications with life altering personal events. A whole new level of clarity and yes at times a whole new level of lows. Let’s just say read the book. It’ll make more sense than me explaining it all.
The one thing I want you to take a way from reading this today. Is even in the face of certain death, a slow miserable death, (Google late stage Parkinson’s disease) I CHOOSE everyday to try to be a better person today than I was yesterday…. The worst thing I figure can happen is at least I tried when millions didn’t.
One person can make a difference. Sincerely, Benjamin M Prewitt.