Prayer of a Psalmist
About the Book
Somewhere in this world is my place. A comfortable, yet giving place where I belong. When I close my eyes, I envision myself painting a new world with a sword and paper--recreating life the way I dream it to be. I'll fall so deep into narrative that I actually believe it's real--even go as far as to live the plots and scenes out loud. Someday...It will live. I feel only the fret of running out of paper--hear only waves of my thoughts. I'll swim to the nearest city and build a ship to set sail limitless possibilities. Nothing is impossible, irrational, or untouchable. I'll write my own checks and sign my name. The wisdom for my story derive from fact and the idea to write swirls carelessly around in thin air. I'll paint the world a distinctive color. Blue! Orange! No--green! Yes--green. Where I belong. I won't get shunned aside and pinned by bullies or picked last in basketball. I'll never have to stand in line to receive a ticket for the biggest show of them all. Like in the movies--the hero get's the girl--I'll be free-dancing around madly. I'll create buildings and blow them to shreds. Take breathe away and give new meanings to death. The way I envision is solemnly the way I dream it will be.
About the Author
Patient IN: 2274 DD Form 215 has been issued to provide missing information regarding patients inability to comply with Asylum regulations and standard. Patient assumed to be incompetent and apprehensive, approach with caution. Lethal force has been authorize and highly encouraged. Solitary confinement is advised and used as permanent living condition. (Kicker, possible escape, suicide watch) Nearest Relative (Name and address - include zip code) Unknown Best Known affiliations: (Name in which patient goes by) Anty Kimble Station where separated: Sunnyvale, Asylum Ward IN - 08640-5089 Patient's Note: I can't remember what day it is or what constitutes as a balance meal these days but I'm sure I had about three cigarettes and two cups of coffee this morning. After high school I spent four long years crash testing my way around the Army and measuring-up to a career as a journalist, but finding it hard painting it on paper. Over time, I embellished the world one word at a time and Kimble Psalms helped me do it. Recently I have been working on a deliciously-flavored horror fantasy. I've been adding words slowly and making it more realistic rather than unbalanced or mythical.