It was my first time, since the innovation of the term first kiss. I was there feeling it as if I an absentee cupid. As a given name Jessie is a plural for Jesse; which means simply lineage of Kings, The Grand-Father of David. It always failed me to believe that I ca be plural in essence, a very private person yet being viewed as a character of a populist. Although it occurred to me that I am in an age that will be on the verge of total maturity. Twenty-Six turning Twenty-Seven in three months time. By the way my birthday is December twenty-four, nineteen eighty-three. They say I am a lucky ghetto kid from the block who never enjoyed the company of my family; I was always being part of a bigger crowd and seemingly enjoyed it. Until I had come into what I am now, the pit of realizing how sad it is to be a clear element transparent abstract in nature and just lazy to make long pronouncements, straight to the point.
In my growing years of persistent hindrance to what is noisy and what is just simply loud, I have come into making my self truly the person I did not wish to be. Probably, less of what is me is actually the real me inside or the reverse of the truth I portray on my own pleasure. As they say the more I put my self in a clear glass point of view; the more I feel so alone. The distraction I built to escape or deny what is real has now come into a greater perspective, which is not totally me.
To end the dilemma that history and I had made believed to have existed, I wish to change my name from Jessie Paul M. Valencia to Jesse V. Davis and will remain as my name till I have to.
How dramatic life can be, as it is a fact that a probability of guilt holds only admissible evidence, If I need to go to court to make this a legal tender I will; it is chilled here and I wish I'm getting the best of what I am supposed to feel.
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