When 'to give up' is the only choice you have, dont hesitate to turn yourself away.
The chance you are going to be given up is not the only one. I know when certain people say, "opportunity doesnt come twice" means something and I have proven that.
I know I speak for myself when I said that. And when I say, "I will turn myself away from this unpleasant obstacle in front of my eyes because it keeps me awake day and night to wonder will I ever successfully get through it or not." And no, I dont teach myself to give up so easily. I solely justify it as, 'not worth my time, energy and money'
So, in this moment I'd like to let myself believe that I am not going to waste my time wondering stupid things that might happen or not. Even though I regret all those seconds I have spent obsessing about uncertain things, I will always keep that in mind that those wasted times have taught me a valuable lesson, which is: dont waste your time.
Well, I am about to turn myself away from uncertainty that keeps haunting me day and night. I am about to. I know I will. I am sure I can. Yes. For sure I will accomplish it. It is just the matter of time.
And Karina never fails to make herself happy in her own way, in this case: to turn herself away from the torturing uncertainties. She deserves to be free and to go with wherever the wind blows.
Wednesday, 29 March 2017
Monday, 27 March 2017
I Am An Animal, and You Are My Cage
I am just an animal of my own lust.
I fill the emptiness with the sacred water that hurts my knees
I wash my feet with my wasted blood
I tear my vision for an empty bottle
I mock myself with my own dignity
It's true, I am an animal
You talk to me like it is all sins I have to seize
You talk to me like I am not gonna drown in this flood
You talk to me like it is all gonna make me more subtle
You talk to me like I am gonna find our infinity
It's you, you make me an animal
I am rampaging as my tummy gets hurt by your blunt words
I worship your kindness as my kind of gratitude to be yours
I may just be a mop to clean the dirt in your kitchen
And you, baby, you are my everything in the poem I have written
I fill the emptiness with the sacred water that hurts my knees
I wash my feet with my wasted blood
I tear my vision for an empty bottle
I mock myself with my own dignity
It's true, I am an animal
You talk to me like it is all sins I have to seize
You talk to me like I am not gonna drown in this flood
You talk to me like it is all gonna make me more subtle
You talk to me like I am gonna find our infinity
It's you, you make me an animal
I am rampaging as my tummy gets hurt by your blunt words
I worship your kindness as my kind of gratitude to be yours
I may just be a mop to clean the dirt in your kitchen
And you, baby, you are my everything in the poem I have written
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