I have failed to understand the importance and the ramifications of my own actions, because we are so twisted in the stars that I would dare to share with the world the future over Facebook, messages beyond secrecy.

Time Messages.

Like people would listen.

Now I have to appear as though I have done something wrong, when I was just trying to help the world!

Now nothing makes sense, because there I sat, in my room, my barracks room, knowing I could see it and share it, but no one would listen nor care.

So now it is more now of merely the same thing.

The Times, there are a changing.

By Brandon Mecella

I am a Philadelphian, a poet (the greatest alive, of course), and I'm loving what is on T.V.