being done

I’ll write anything I want.  No points and coherence. I’ll decide what it will have to be, just wanting to have my way for once.

I’ll tell you something, we all want to have what we think we deserve, but you will not be aware of it unless you already know you’re getting some that you don’t. I’ll refuse, and always will be. I would rather have nothing.

The intention of thinking positively, to not hurt others, to have faith and to ask for mercy – what does it mean? You get the finest opposite of it in return anyway. Frustrations, disappointments, betrayal and judgments – we’ll endure. But you have to do something before it poisons the soul; before the sense of fighting for yourself to make this world a beautiful place to live-- be gone.

Rock bottom, I surrender.  After everything through, I don’t know what I know anymore. The time is up, I was strong, incorrigible for it to happen. I have lifted everything to you. When is the time to understand all of this? The world has bigger problems, still, I’m keeping my hopes up, the only one I’m holding on to. Doubting to whom and whom?  Are the demands really that high. Are the abilities really that low.

Probably, I just want to climb a mountain, sweat like I have never been before. Going up high screaming my lungs out, enjoying the sound of the wind and water; seeing morning sunlight in a very cool weather. I would love to breathe a fresh air, in a night with a very visible stars shining in its best, to the point I’ll be certain that tomorrow will be the brightest sunny day I could ever witness.