I don’t want to. I don’t want them to feel that they can draw me out when they choose to. A trapped mind fights to find solace in its being, weakened at birth by those around it, it forgets who it is, what it is and why it is and it feels happy at lest …
I’m happy. As I walk through these poorly light and eerie forest walk ways. I am drunk on life and cannot feel my heart anymore, it doesn’t beat and it dies without letting me know. How I just accept the cold, the dirt and the dark. how I wonder careless. I’m happy.
tis true… I live a quite life of desperation. a life, quite. of underlying yearning, of desperation.
I will let myself have the chance. I will let myself succeed or fail, whichever it may be. And I will not fall into the hole of sadness when I fail, nor lie in the clouds when I succeed. Yet whichever comes my way in life, it will be at my own hand that they …