Flashes Through The Mirror: My Life Of Insights, Insights Of My Life

I was told I need to write a section for the book about the book. Well, I'm out of words and too tired to think. Why can't I just draw pictures with stick figures? This isn't a novel; it's an autobiography. Is not what's inside enough to emphasize in writing what this is all about? I can't explain everything because sometimes some things are just meant to be figured out. In a maximum of one hundred and fifty words, this section must be defined. Sorry to say I'm going to keep going past that because I have thoughts of unrealistic but words so intelligently intricate. Anybody can plant a seed, but how healthy is your soil? There's no telling what my words say because I can explain them in multiple different ways. I'm not trying to confuse you. Can you just really understand what I'm trying to say? They can go this way, but then again they can go that way. Don't ask me. I already know what I'm trying to say. If you have questions, you might as well keep them to yourself. My answers are all right here, and it's not my fault if you don't understand what I'm trying to say. Maybe I'm not trying to say anything but explain how my thoughts come to you. No producer, no director, just straight angles in ways I'm trying to write to you. Good luck, because nobody knows what my words mean but me. How I'm directing them, there's no control to the wind that can shift them into a direction that you'll have no way to go but one way to go through. I'm going to put so much into this; maybe I should just add an extra page. I'm looking for a sound but don't hear a noise. I'm sniffing for a breeze but don't feel any wind. I execute my steps, and maybe that's why I feel like I have nothing to walk on. The ground is planted, and I'm on the ground. But somehow the air has taken me afloat to the clouds that can only bring me back down. Man makes concrete and lays it down. People walk over this concrete. I am the concrete. That's how solid I've become from the tramples to the stampedes. I don't care what you say from however to therefore, so with the cracks, you may seem to think it breaks me down. My weight limit exceeds multiple degrees in unlimited units of measure. I have two intros and an afterthought. What more do you need for an explanation for this book? I'm designing my own pine box, but whatever you have for me, let God decide the rest on that. Be careful what you're reading though because I might not even be talking to you. If the assumption is the mother of all f--ups, then I must be mistaken. If I'm your doubt, then I have nothing to worry about.

• | Author: Phillip Yanke
• | Publisher: XLIBRIS
• | Publication Date: Nov 10, 2017
• | Number of Pages: 90 pages
• | Language: English
• | Binding: Paperback/Biography & Autobiography
• | ISBN-10: 1543462278
• | ISBN-13: 9781543462272