You are special. You. The person who thinks about life. The person that asks why?. The person who doesn’t eat ideas whole and is not swiped by the wave of what’s popular. You see the vastness in the sky, and in the soul. You feel beyond good or bad, and see beauty in the rage,… Read more You.
I’m a shitty writer. I’m ok with it. I wasn’t always ok with it because before, my obsessive need for perfection kept my words inside my mind and all my blogs unpublished. Over the years I discovered that most of us feel this way, as if we were impostors. In our heads we are just… Read more The lone viewer
There’s a part of me that thinks is all futile There’s a pain that takes over And the gratitude and the light Are just there on side lines of my deep grief of wide understanding Standing alone in the storm of my personal cloud And I just wanna end it I don’t want an ear… Read more I just wanna end it
I hope that there will be an end to my delusions. A point in time where all its left is a desire to have fun in the face of the futility of my efforts to change life Old people dance Knowing that every story has an end, and every moment is a treasure.