My life...has been a lie.
My words mean nothing to them.
No one is willing to listen.
I find myself comforted by my world filled with words, letters and until now my voice and dreams are coming to life.
My awakening has been granted.
I am free. My world will grant me safety, warmth, happiness, and solace.
Euphoria is a place where a child should never grow old too fast.
My world is the soul towards the Olympics of dreams!
See me, in my dreams dear one!
For I, have not been doing well in my mind, filling up my tank with so much to say but haven't the guts to spill them out.
One told me, 'You have NO right, to anything.'
What kind of world do we live in?
Do we live in a world? Where do we live in? So many questions fill my head.
Where we are not encouraged to speak our minds, in the healthiest way possible. To cope with these unbound feelings, where can our intellectual minds roam?
'Where do I go from here?' is the big question.
This song is sung by Anna Blue and she helped me get to these questions of thought.
I believe and know I have the right mind and speech to let the world know.
Sunshine and rainbows do exist at the end of every tunnel of darkness. I was sucked dry without having time for myself and my work.
I'm too f*cking blind without my glasses and yet, I observe many things with my limited vision.
This world IS a gamble. One has to shake the dice and make do with something they plan on doing.
One is not so forgiving when one writes about them. I feel so good after writing this before I go to sleep. I will finish these pages of my journal and ideas of thought.
Many have come to me for advice, no, they don't even ask for it. I give SO much that it's exhausting.
I'm no longer a giver but a person who'll wait for the opportunity to rise for the occasion.
My world is sad, filled with hate for every goddamn person that always told me NO.
Those people close or not close, have NO RIGHT themselves to tell me, what I can and cannot do.
'Honesty is the best policy.'
Who are the ones that follow that?
My whole family hates me for being smart, accomplished, great, and beautiful without even trying.
After all this, I will remember, that family, always lies to protect us or themselves.
My anxiety has not been skyrocketing until now and I'm losing my confidence.
HOME is not a place where anyone can EXPRESS themselves, openly and freely. If money is the solution for every corrupted soul to survive.
It won't help us fix a broken soul.