Tuesday, 24 February 2015

You

Those days where you just don't feel like yourself. Not only that but you don't feel at all. Maybe the path of uncertainty and you believing that you're not weak minded is all beginning to shatter right before you. Due to that you're in a state on confusion , which is causing you to be angry while lost. Being angry and lost is the worst. Letting the heat of the moment get the best of you.Releasing frustration in every direction not knowing where each road will lead you too, and what consequence is waiting for you at the end of it. You can't speak to anyone because they can't understand. It's relatable but they don't actually understand. The effect is different. Luckily you acknowledged what's happening to you. The changes that are taking place, thank God it's not permanent. Thank God for awareness. Capable of acknowledging that that's not you. Ill words, careless attitude, the cigarettes that you wouldn't smoke but are in your pocket. You thought you no longer wanted a conscience, and emotions. Now those both things are what you want to be in touch with. Now you want to cry. Now you know that tears are important. You want to have faith in something as well. Not for security, not for rewards or to avoid punishment, but faith in something that is good or faith that there is a good. Yeah now all of that is wanted. You don't like what you've  become even though you drew that picture of yourself. You like what you were. What you were is what no one else is. There's no other individual that exist that is like you. You didn't need to blend. You didn't need the attention. No. Nope. Not the clothes ether. You just needed to be you. You could take you up the ladder. Go up the ladder not knowing where it leads you to or what you'll get. That sounds like you. You sound good. Be you.






Art by : Hundertwasser    

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