I’m leaving you to think what could have been if I was not here. You might have been closed in, behind that door, metal colored pupils as you stared at the lock of your cage, of ignorance. Chronicle your worth and at least tell me, you are here to do the best with your genius. YOUR genius. Those who have solidified their position in history as “genius” have chronicled their milestones as levels of improvement and ages of minimal knowledge. The mind grows just as much as the vessel we live in, but as one develops in size the other, gradually develops in knowledge. I always speak on suicide but the only thing suicidal of this case, is the limited knowledge present in fear and doubt. Sometimes all you need to do is think, and pray, think…PRAY. Goodmorning.