jueves, 23 de enero de 2014

When the anger fades away

So whats left when the anger fades away?
If angers the only thing ive made?
It was what kept me safe, alive..
Now what?
Im mutating, I still feel anger, but in different planes
Im longing for a fight…
…so much

I long for Pain, my twist is complete.

So you think youre free.

So you think youre free,
When u think u have nothing to write about, that means ur not looking deep enough, that is worse than dislike the subject of your writing, cus that means that u are living just in the surface. A writer, a thinker, cant allow that, in fact its basically the opposite.
So , just look , stare, don’t move, don’t quit and let ur own mind take u deep, don’t be scared, it will be veritiginous as always, but u will feel the same relief as always at the end. Yes, it is a vicious circle, never stops, ur doomed to reveal yourself, to be aware…

I like the trip, I like going down, I like the spiral, I take a glimpse at myself at this precise moment, whats inside? Just static contemplation of the moment with not much depth and a little bit of despair.