I don’t understand the competitive nature of human beings sometimes – most times. At every attempt/moment those that are inferior to you, will try to bring you down – when you let them. My only concern is that even though I let them – Why do they do it? Do I not have enough character, …
Sometimes I want something. But in wanting it – I realise that I don’t want it. Everything about wanting that which makes me feel I need it – ceases – only for me to relapse, to crave the sensation of it, the wanting of it. Sometimes I just hate the feeling of want, not because …
happy birthday, whatever that really actually means.
i remember now, my sins of yesterday – as if they were not here with me already,like i left them behind in my darkest past. black cloth, holds my sins, wrapped and holding within baskets in my mind. the concious keeper, strikes me when I’m in the light – that I might, have insight again, …
I big kiss to someone I know, somewho I knew, someone I never forgot. i big kiss from me to you, transfers me to you. the thoughts are dying in my mind, my ideas are fading fast. beneath this mask, this iron cast, my thoughts colide – my me’s and you’s fight for the light. …
i have nothing to give, and I take nothing from you.
My life these days seems to revolve around artificial beings. Everyone is trying to be one up on you, trying to be right – always insisting over and above what you say, suggesting more and meaning to secure their place. Plastic minds, extruded souls – my 8months are spend fighting these people – these intruders …
my worries storm my concious – life escapes out my eyes and my mind empties like a siringe in to the dustbin of life. deeper my ideas are dying, my ears seep love, my tears leak sadness and my heart weeps for forgiveness.
I’m sorry that I don’t want anything. I know that I’m boring – I just have things that I need do first. I’m sorry I don’t ask for things – I dont want to know that I owe you. Forget about me for a while, everyone else has – and that not a problem, I …
the world sucks sometimes, it hurts you sometimes. The people you trusted, the ones you know – sometimes forget you even though you think about them. the ones you know, you see the truth now, you can see their faces behind their masks, you feel their souls and their minds. you are exposed to them …