How many times I’ll have to break myself before my pieces are all gone…You should make up your mind now, because my attitude towards your indecision will end up in an unpleasant way. My words stay silent sometimes, my pen, though, won’t spare you what you deserve. What troubles you you deal with by noon and then you are ready to mess it all up again. Fast and firm. All this is getting tense but it’s not starting to make sense
I’d probably prefer the little loveless at the end. Never mind all the troubles that he caused.
Sometimes in a far-away land,
we encounter close-to-us people.
Sometimes in them,
we find out needed freedom.
Bite life before it bites you. And then smash the consequences, kill Life’s pride and show it that you are against it, and you are stronger than it appears, wiser than it seems, smarter than you show, and you know how to love more than anyone else in the world. Show life what it means to be wild, untameable, furious because of your pride, show it what it means to burn with passion. Despite the hurt, against it all. For you are your own saving grace. You are your own island. You are your own sea. You are your own sky. You are your own magic. And nothing and nobody can take that away from you.
Get on your knees, it’s time to play
a game that no one wins.
Just be careful not to break your chin
in the circle of fate where everything spins.
I want to wander and find my freedom again. Feel my freedom. I always had it and now when something is taking it away from me I feel trapped.
‘There’s nothing worse than an uninspired artist,’ he told me once. Live off. Live by. Live through.
‘You are over so many things,’ he declared.
‘I don’t know what am I over and who is lying under me, but this has nothing to do with pride,’ I responded. He laughed because he knew were the same.