We were walking through the dark side of the forest, and, for a moment, a beam of bright light showed us the monsters around us. Whoever we had to fight to get out. Not now. But sometime in the future. The road is already ahead of us. We just need to survive it. And we will. Continue reading
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This is my truth. Written for myself. The future me. The one who I could`ve been.
The shape of all things is predefined. Just like our lives. Our small, fractured, insignificant lives. Yet, we seem to be full of hope and desire, as the time treacherously passes us. We`re always searching for answers, for life-giving purposes and, at some point in our lives, love. The answers come as they see fit. It`s not our struggle that brings them closer. And some of us don`t need long, time consuming purposes. But we all could use the last one. Continue reading
Everything became easier. Being by myself, disregarding the little hickups, is refreshing and empowering. I gained a little weight, I started working out to tone myself, I eat well and I even found someone to keep me in place. All the rage gathered for the last months went away, just it was never in me. I am not vengeful anymore. I found peace. And not in myself. But through her eyes.
While I`m outside, I`m trying to stare right in. Or that`s how it feels. To see through all that bullshit you put up just for me. You`re nothing but a puppet, that changes its mask for the person next to you. You act up about little, insignificant things, yet, when it comes to something life changing, you either run away or ignore it. You don`t see the sparkle in my eye. And that bothers me. Continue reading
Every day is a struggle. Not in a common sense, as in a fight for survival, but more like trying to stay sane. Demons run around, and I cannot catch them all. Even if I could, where would I put them all? My own hell has more than enough of its own. I grow tired of carrying this burden by myself. I lift myself up for a day or two, just to fall back down, derailed by the ignorance of others.
“How is she?”
“She`s good. Moving on. Forgot all about it, apparently. Why don`t you ask her yourself?” Continue reading
We live in a society that brings you down for being a good guy. I have my flaws, just like the next guy, but that just makes me human. Even tho` I keep telling myself I am on the dark side because of it all, I`m still a good person. Everything I went through, after all these years, made me who I am today. Made me better, stronger, faster.