Pisaries Creator

Step after step, I will walk a long distance to get to where I need to go. The only problem is no one knows where I have been before this, and they need to know in order to propel myself forward. I never knew if I was going in the right direction. Some assistance would be nice. I wake up as I have done every day. I get out of bed five minutes after my alarm goes off and not a second more. I enjoy routine. I thrive on it. This kind of practice is what keeps me going each morning and allows me to snore peacefully at night.

I am not sure why I have these strict ways to live. Nothing has happened in my life to operate in this manner. Everyone suspects I pee in the shower because I have said numerous times it doesn’t matter what kind of white bathroom receptacle holds my liquid. It all drains to the ocean eventually. When I am invited over to one my friends for dinner, he makes sure I never stay overnight. Each one of them fears I will urinate in their shower. They never speak negative about it, but I know they are turned off at the possibility. They have to be my friend because of their agreements from over twenty years. This isn’t ideal. I wish I didn’t have to force them to be my friends.

After many years of walking down random sidewalks, I hope they are released from their agreements. I intend to make a change that will take me to a safe environment where any fantasy becomes reality. If I stick out in the open and strangers laugh at me, it is of no consequence. They can be rid of easily but not completely gone underground. I don’t intend to get to this point. I will take the easy stroll in my shoes. This will be the way and I will make it so. I can’t see the end. It is there in this strange little world.