Who`s where. Doesn`t matter. But let yourself free. Try it. No no, wait. Live it.
Ask myself being on the paper had been a crucial way to erose and sediment. The only way how to get of my flow of more or less meaningless. I don`t do it anymore for that reason. Not now. Maybe later again. It might have taken too much time, but at least for a moment, I am being in a tolerance with myself. I like what I am doing, and I like myself for that. I like that I am trying to learn even though I am still a baby in many things. Fuck, that`s a good feeling, sort of mind masturbation. No no, there was here before, it is more a penetration. Yes, thanks to me and to my patience. Go-eco and co-egos... I like, I love, I don`t like and I hate. And I am happy and o.k. with that. That is a new thing I had learned. I still don`t know how to describe and cope with sadness though. I want to learn how to cry, shite.
Being a dreamer, it might be hard to be conscious. You try too much, you want too much, you want all the love, you are being a prick. But you are a dreamer and you know all that, you live in a real dream. Dreaming that you are someone else. It is ok, because you can always make yourself different character, you play with the others, with your character, you learn new roles, new codes, but the crucial stay the same. You do not lie, you just live more, meet more people, more places, live more stories, it is too much that you cannot divide people and lifes you live. More levels soak in one. You are freak and you love it. Times of not being freak hurt you. They do not get you, you do not get yourself. You fuck and drink, meanwhile you think about better you. And you call it a life.
It is life. People say life is short. It is not true, life`s long. We live it and we think we are conscious. I think I was conscious only in nights and on drugs, maybe while walking around. 2 seconds of 3 I was sleeping. We and I are machines, how often are you awake? Avoid this a little I have way more time in my life. More relaxed more things I can consciously do. Fuck. Maybe I stopped drinking, haha. No. What is it? I am still a freak. And I love this one of my lifes. We live more lifes. More at a time and more inside the one. That is a lot. I can do what I want. I know I can. Fuck whoever I am, I was or I will be, it`s me. That all is my real me. I will follow you, I will love you, I will hate you. But I am ok with all and all of you. I am getting there, being conscious while deciding what to do.
Judge me I will fuck you, love me I will love you. Fuck me, I will judge you. Love you, you will love me.
There was sort of no need to write this down. But I did. I did it for me. No comments please.
Ask myself being on the paper had been a crucial way to erose and sediment. The only way how to get of my flow of more or less meaningless. I don`t do it anymore for that reason. Not now. Maybe later again. It might have taken too much time, but at least for a moment, I am being in a tolerance with myself. I like what I am doing, and I like myself for that. I like that I am trying to learn even though I am still a baby in many things. Fuck, that`s a good feeling, sort of mind masturbation. No no, there was here before, it is more a penetration. Yes, thanks to me and to my patience. Go-eco and co-egos... I like, I love, I don`t like and I hate. And I am happy and o.k. with that. That is a new thing I had learned. I still don`t know how to describe and cope with sadness though. I want to learn how to cry, shite.
Being a dreamer, it might be hard to be conscious. You try too much, you want too much, you want all the love, you are being a prick. But you are a dreamer and you know all that, you live in a real dream. Dreaming that you are someone else. It is ok, because you can always make yourself different character, you play with the others, with your character, you learn new roles, new codes, but the crucial stay the same. You do not lie, you just live more, meet more people, more places, live more stories, it is too much that you cannot divide people and lifes you live. More levels soak in one. You are freak and you love it. Times of not being freak hurt you. They do not get you, you do not get yourself. You fuck and drink, meanwhile you think about better you. And you call it a life.
It is life. People say life is short. It is not true, life`s long. We live it and we think we are conscious. I think I was conscious only in nights and on drugs, maybe while walking around. 2 seconds of 3 I was sleeping. We and I are machines, how often are you awake? Avoid this a little I have way more time in my life. More relaxed more things I can consciously do. Fuck. Maybe I stopped drinking, haha. No. What is it? I am still a freak. And I love this one of my lifes. We live more lifes. More at a time and more inside the one. That is a lot. I can do what I want. I know I can. Fuck whoever I am, I was or I will be, it`s me. That all is my real me. I will follow you, I will love you, I will hate you. But I am ok with all and all of you. I am getting there, being conscious while deciding what to do.
Judge me I will fuck you, love me I will love you. Fuck me, I will judge you. Love you, you will love me.
There was sort of no need to write this down. But I did. I did it for me. No comments please.
