And they throw up on you.
The vomit coming out of their ugly mouths...
And you eat it.
And they spit on you.
And you're thankful for what you got.
Are you really?
And they make you believe.
Well, do you? Really?
And you smell like rotten meat.
And you taste yourself everyday.
And you throw up and spit.
(Like them) Over yourself again.
And you take your pills
And clean your mess.
And you do nothing more.
Because you are alone.
Are you? Really?
Because you're weak.
Are you? Really?
You don't feel alive.
You are dead.
Are you? ...
7 January 2011
2 January 2011
Wave
Struggling. Everyday. You push, pull, run, hide, chase, reach... You struggle. Just as any beast. Hunter and a prey. And you love, hate, nurture, repulse... Fake emotions cover your instincts. You're dangerous. A dangerous animal under disguise. Even more dangerous because you believe your own masks. And you have plenty. Some you don't even know about. Some others know more about than yourself. But you struggle. And fight and fear and face and craven. You move, you stop. You live. You don't.
But it keeps going. Whether because of your (in)actions or because of someone else's or because of nothing or maybe something that you just can simply not even suspect what, it keeps going. And you struggle. And you adjust. No, you don't. And you learn. No, you don't. And you grow. No, you don't. And you understand. No, you don't. And you know. No, you don't. But you will. No, you won't. But it keeps going.
And you carry on. Why? You wonder. You don't care. You just keep going with it. And you face an avalanche of novelty every day. And you are born every second. And die every other. Or the same. Time goes through you. You go through it. Nothing changes. Everything does. Where's the answer to the riddle? What answer? What riddle? Why should you care? Why shouldn't you?
Just keep going with it. And you do. Like a dive into the surf of a big wave. And you are dragged to tumble by this huge mass of water and foam and sand covering all your dizzy body with deceive. Just when you think it is going to stop, just when you think you are going to stand up again and breath, it just keeps entangling you. And it never stops.
But then you hold your breathe. You lose your body. You close your eyes and mouth, preventing from sand and salty water. You get used to the noise and cold. You embrace your dazzling and breathtaking routine. You don't expect it to stop anymore. You actually start enjoying it... Till the day you drown.
And then you wake up under the warm sunshine by the beach. You stand, stretch your body, catch your breathe. Smile. Laugh out loud! You even forget how you got there... You dive again.
But it keeps going. Whether because of your (in)actions or because of someone else's or because of nothing or maybe something that you just can simply not even suspect what, it keeps going. And you struggle. And you adjust. No, you don't. And you learn. No, you don't. And you grow. No, you don't. And you understand. No, you don't. And you know. No, you don't. But you will. No, you won't. But it keeps going.
And you carry on. Why? You wonder. You don't care. You just keep going with it. And you face an avalanche of novelty every day. And you are born every second. And die every other. Or the same. Time goes through you. You go through it. Nothing changes. Everything does. Where's the answer to the riddle? What answer? What riddle? Why should you care? Why shouldn't you?
Just keep going with it. And you do. Like a dive into the surf of a big wave. And you are dragged to tumble by this huge mass of water and foam and sand covering all your dizzy body with deceive. Just when you think it is going to stop, just when you think you are going to stand up again and breath, it just keeps entangling you. And it never stops.
But then you hold your breathe. You lose your body. You close your eyes and mouth, preventing from sand and salty water. You get used to the noise and cold. You embrace your dazzling and breathtaking routine. You don't expect it to stop anymore. You actually start enjoying it... Till the day you drown.
And then you wake up under the warm sunshine by the beach. You stand, stretch your body, catch your breathe. Smile. Laugh out loud! You even forget how you got there... You dive again.
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