Drafts of the Insomniac

My dad once said I wasn't good enough to make the Lone Peak football team or the Lone Peak basketball team. So I gave up my dreams. My ex once said I would never find someone as good as her. So I gave up my confidence. My classmate once said I wouldn’t amount. So I gave up my hope. All these people told me the same things but with different words. They [the words] cut into my skin and invaded my body. The words have sunk deep into my skull and overtaken my brain. The feeling of no dreams, hope, or confidence creates an abyss in my mind and that chasm grows and has become the size of the grand canyon. I got bad anxiety as I tried to tightrope walk across it to get to the other side where my peace of mind resided. I finally chickened out after 27 long seconds and slowly crawled back to the other side. I was David trying to take down a better David. One with giant friends named Goliath. That's when I decided to try to build a bridge over the pit. M

I'm just an insane human trying to find my Paris. The place I can just call paradise. I tried going to New York , but it's too dirty and noisy. I tried going to To k y o , but I couldn't find any inspiration. I tried going to London , but there were too many tourists. I ended up on a train to Berlin , but I realized I won't be there for a while because there is a stop in Paris . I decided that I should get off and look around Paris. There was a kind man named Harold Miner that I ran into and he wanted to show me around. The scenery was beautiful, the coffee shops were warm and inviting, and I felt different than I had ever felt in my life. So I decided to stay. I used the rest of my money and found a nice little apartment to stay in. I became friends with the coffee shop owner and he would supply me with food and drink until I was able to get going with my money. I want to stay in this place. I want to stay somewhere that I can live and write and be my