I’m a proud member of the “lol, brb, and WTH’ generation, the world is an internet, a bigger version of it anyway, interlude net of politics, lies, war and commercials, it’s a circus out there, and the most common world someone my age would say nowadays is; “I don’t know how to trust anyone anymore?” and unfortunately it’s true; nobody knows how to trust, and those who still do are either suffering a serious case of amnesia or maybe just insane risk takers just like me and believe me there’s too little of that kind left around, either eaten away by over protective parents, failed love stories or our worst enemy; ‘REALITY’
What can I say, maybe I’m over reacting a little bit today, maybe I’m not. I just don’t feel right today that’s all, feels like I’m locked in the psyche ward and I’m clinging on to my last beads of sanity. Only thing that’s keeping me intact is knowing that when I sleep it’ll be all over, only so I could wake up tomorrow and start another day. You know that when you love someone and you make a mistake, sometimes you keep begging for another chance and you might not even get it at the end, well that made me think, maybe the world loves us more than anybody ever did, after all another day is another chance, chance to be better, chance to see another light, or at least a chance to think, and you keep giving up, closing your eyes yet the world gives you another chance, maybe this is love, or maybe it’s another form of hate, cursing us out of our dreams and into that filthy world one more time every time. Now I KNOW I’m making no sense, good… I didn’t want to make any of it anyway, who the hell wants to make sense when talking to himself, I AM THE KING OF SCHIZOPHRENIA, I’d make an army of myself and fight till the end, only problem is; I don’t even know what I’m fighting for or against; the world, corruption, reality, love, hate, or… or simply me, it’s a freaking salad in my head, a mix tape of all the worst songs in history, but out of all the noises there’s only one voice that seems so clear, some guy shouting at me telling me to get the hell out of his mind, and I just don’t get it, are you kidding me? Who’s in whose head? Who’s wrong and who’s even more wrong, who is really me, honestly, who is the warden and who is the guy who wants to be free, I guess at the end we all want to feel peace, what humanity’s been chasing after since forever, that moment that some of us might have it once in a life time and some of us never does. But what is it… what is; Peace?!
What can I say, maybe I’m over reacting a little bit today, maybe I’m not. I just don’t feel right today that’s all, feels like I’m locked in the psyche ward and I’m clinging on to my last beads of sanity. Only thing that’s keeping me intact is knowing that when I sleep it’ll be all over, only so I could wake up tomorrow and start another day. You know that when you love someone and you make a mistake, sometimes you keep begging for another chance and you might not even get it at the end, well that made me think, maybe the world loves us more than anybody ever did, after all another day is another chance, chance to be better, chance to see another light, or at least a chance to think, and you keep giving up, closing your eyes yet the world gives you another chance, maybe this is love, or maybe it’s another form of hate, cursing us out of our dreams and into that filthy world one more time every time. Now I KNOW I’m making no sense, good… I didn’t want to make any of it anyway, who the hell wants to make sense when talking to himself, I AM THE KING OF SCHIZOPHRENIA, I’d make an army of myself and fight till the end, only problem is; I don’t even know what I’m fighting for or against; the world, corruption, reality, love, hate, or… or simply me, it’s a freaking salad in my head, a mix tape of all the worst songs in history, but out of all the noises there’s only one voice that seems so clear, some guy shouting at me telling me to get the hell out of his mind, and I just don’t get it, are you kidding me? Who’s in whose head? Who’s wrong and who’s even more wrong, who is really me, honestly, who is the warden and who is the guy who wants to be free, I guess at the end we all want to feel peace, what humanity’s been chasing after since forever, that moment that some of us might have it once in a life time and some of us never does. But what is it… what is; Peace?!
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