Wednesday, 21 January 2015

The will to death is what keeps me alive.

The hopes of yesteryear are not next to me anymore. Everyone is pretending to breathe as I collapse, that's it. I reckon I am not in the right place. I look back on my life and everything I find is confusion. 

''No action should be taken involving comfort risk.'' I disagree, I'm sorry. I'll get my objective. I've learnt everything from loss, so I won't lose anyway.

You know I tried to be part of regular life, but I lost my faith, I lost my patience.

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