Today, I flip sides and swallow grenades with my eyes wide open.
Needles keep cutting my veins.
Taking away who I am, what I live for...
Just as I begin to feel better about who I am becoming I get a ticket to the reasons behind the mask that hides under my skin.
Maybe people are messengers. They deliver messages from the past to the future.
Messages that improve you, that make you worse, that decrease your life by a second.
Sometimes when I wake up I always try to step with my right foot, superstitions say that you start a lucky wonderful day if you do.
Today I felt distant, I felt as if a hole inside myself was turning into a port to a black hole.
The day was sunny, like a winter sunny day : Beautiful yet lonely.
The sound of nothingness... Winter is a season full of torments. At least that's how I feel about it. Most of the worse things that happen to me, occur during this season.
Discoveries, hatred, love, beginnings, finales, compassion, pain, recoveries....
Winter, why are you so cold? You turn me into an iceberg, a dead animal with limited happiness.
I'm special, i'm a phenomenon.
I thank you for reminding me how much of a monster I am.
I have no compassion, most of my love is momentary, I'm selfish, I'm a grudge that doesn't stop growing.
My thoughts focuses on the sky, the moon, the sun, and the wind.
My words interact with one another, causing confusion and hatred but at the same time hurting you without you noticing.
I need to be confined in a box until a brighter summer arrives.
Maybe that's why I love running. I am running away from myself, from who I was and reaching out for who I am today, this second, this creature...
I have a mind, a brain, a will to live.
Stop.
It's time to wake up...
No comments:
Post a Comment