Damn fucking nett result of things to come : I wish the imposible, possible to me, impossible to others. – story of my life
Im a hero. Im a brother I’m a unified perception of life, I’m a geek I’m a Rebel I’m a jerk I’m a saint, I’m your hell, I’m your saviour Im your leader I’m a failure i’m a success I’m the heat and im the cold, the fire mixed with water. I’m here anf im …
i hate boundries, i mean fuck, from swaering to expressing my views to say shit that other don’t like, why the hell must i conform to anything, why must i become the perfect person, why must i wear the same cap that every one wears? Fuck no! And i hate people how hate this of …
I want to hear from you, i want to ask you questions like how is ******, or is **** doing good? I want to tell you about stuff that happens here every once in a while, i want i hear you laugh and i want to hear you ask me about what im doing – …
Should i , dont suppose i should, anyway – i wish not take you from your days happenings nor your wills reckoning, nor wish it of me to deny that who you love the saddness of loss of love. maybe unpublished works are the saddest, especially when they were once meant to be published. And …
i can see perfect, from the smile to the thought, from the will to the mind. i can see perfect, my perfect – i know my perfect well, i see you , though you are not the perfect im looking for – and i think that my perfect will be the perfect that no matter …
You just wanted to be seen, to be felt and to be measured. You wanted to be, but in being so you were being the perfect statistic. But that doesn’t matter to you – you are the peg that fits into the place that holds society together. though i wish you weren’t – i wish …
’twas needless to say… ’tis when one cannot speak that which your emotion tells you. ’tis then that it is needless to say, for nothing can describe it. ’tis so sad, my chest hurts with a heavy pressure and i batttle to breath and i forget to breath and my cold body reacts with impulsive …
if i die today, for their is that chance today, then perhaps things will come to pass that i died and perhaps water will fall and skin will be stained – if only for a moment, or perhaps longer – it matters not really. he died yesterday, was burried today, i could die now. ’twas …
He died today. i saw his body in the arms of his protector,over seeer,master,friend, father. i saw the tears that rained down the cheeks as he carried him. i saw the face of a man, stained red with burning salt tears as his face twisted under the pain. I saw him dig, dig and weep …