engr.albertmike

I admire the person you are, not only for what you do, but for the way you move through the world like it belongs to you. I admire your confidence, your freedom, your unguarded smile, even your thirst trap photos,  bold, unashamed, alive. They hold the shape of things I once wanted or maybe still want, for myself. In a strange,  quiet way, you make me want  to keep fighting. I am turning thirty-five, and I still feel like I am trying to figure life out, as if I ever truly did. They say it’s never too late. But it feels late when you are chained to responsibilities you once set aside When your mind carries scars from an upbringing  that bruised softly but lasted long. From experiences  that carved too deep, from the rooms that taught you to survive by detaching. I was not always this distant. I did not  mean to become someone harder to reach. Being open now feels like walking barefoot on glass. Staying positive feels rehearsed. Trust...

I’ve got a mind that maps the stars, but trips on simple parking bars. Equations dance beyond my reach, yet somehow I still learn and teach. They said, “It’s easy—just divide.” I smiled and let my soul subside. “Borrow the ten, carry the two,” I’d rather wrestle thoughts anew. The clock ticks loudly, but I can’t tell How long I’ve sat inside this shell. Fractions flirt then run away, percentages just won’t obey. But I see patterns in a song and build things others get all wrong. My brain can dream, can feel, can draw, It’s just the numbers that feel raw. A left is right, a mile’s a mist, receipts are chaos on a list. But give me space to work my way, and I will still invent the day. So don’t mistake the tilted path as a failure in the world of math. I’m wired weird, but wired well A quiet storm with lots to tell.