Alive (o viva)
Sunday, 17 January 2016
While being weak, learning from geniuses' energy, admiring them, listening to the universe music, sighing...
My joy is my pain, never letting me go... Always wanting freedom, but never being brave enough to get there, why?
Tired of this emptiness, of my apathy, of my material weakness. They use it for joy, why can I not do the same? Why do I get slave of my own chains?
I bloody create them. I say I am generous, because other people's happiness is my own happiness, but this is only partly true...
Oh my... My complaints are useless... My voice is cracking in front of my cowardice. Just let me be! I tell myself... Let me be!!!
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