My mind is unpredictable. It is full of coincidence how i wish i could vomit-full of vehemence. It is completely paranoid- and the only solution left for me is to avoid, to disappear or maybe to hide myself from all these. I try to explain myself so many a time, and all I can ever come up with is this force from above. Thank you..
If I connect myself to you all the time, kindly control me- that I may be able to seem normal yet inexplicably great in so many selections, just like my brother.
Some drops pass me by, as I realize how much goodness I receive from my brother. I just don't know how much I can thank him for all he has done for me.. I don't know where to start, it seems like nothing is enough.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Another Scratch Through the Fire
As I assure myself of decision, one second an unexpected friend swoons me by. . Scratches my heart , once again I bare the hurt, I imagine optimism. I raise the bar from certain idiosyncrasies. All the more I stick to them. How I wish I should have sticked unto them. This hurt is intolerable. The one wish I never expect to happen again..but it keeps happening, and it scratches me all over.
Even to those you do not care about, they simply hurt.. I don't know why. They hinder you from your direction, they block you from your attention. May I get the reason, the excuse I need to hear.. May I lessen my sensitivity and return to such cold feelings..if that shall cure the scratches hurting me once again, right now. If that shall heal and combat the blocks hindering me from moving and meeting elevation.
Speak not for now I say to myself. Temporary sacrifice, and save yourself. Humiliation there is, lesser maybe, probably false mediocracy. Keep me sacrificing, add some more patience within me, this I cry..
Polish me, and make me an expert in these divine creative movements. Make me a master of moves, genius in words, inexplicably spectacular arranged in a multitude of powers. Perfect in the eyes of men where God only knows my true identity.. make me a mystery..
Even to those you do not care about, they simply hurt.. I don't know why. They hinder you from your direction, they block you from your attention. May I get the reason, the excuse I need to hear.. May I lessen my sensitivity and return to such cold feelings..if that shall cure the scratches hurting me once again, right now. If that shall heal and combat the blocks hindering me from moving and meeting elevation.
Speak not for now I say to myself. Temporary sacrifice, and save yourself. Humiliation there is, lesser maybe, probably false mediocracy. Keep me sacrificing, add some more patience within me, this I cry..
Polish me, and make me an expert in these divine creative movements. Make me a master of moves, genius in words, inexplicably spectacular arranged in a multitude of powers. Perfect in the eyes of men where God only knows my true identity.. make me a mystery..
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)