The Wanderer

I am the wanderer. through vast forests and giant oceans of thoughts I roam. I gave myself the job of finding out why I think. Thoughts... Something that we cannot control, but we can understandthem, if we try. Some thoughts are light and airy, like a sea breeze. Mine are dark, like a dungeon, and have tried to kill me. Others are somewhere in between.

I wander through these thoughts, first trying to survive them, now trying to understand. Some people think it is a chemical imbalance in my head. They label me Depressed. Yet others say it is my expiriences. Those people call me sad and troubled. I think it is just me being me. I call myself a pessimist.

Far I have traveled my thoughts in search of answers, finding but a few.