Honestly, I have a lot of shit on my mind. I have my own weight. But I mean what is a man if he can’t carry some of his neighbors weight. I’m not religious by any means, I just know it’s the right thing to do no matter your own personal life. You gotta sometimes hope to chance that they don’t have it as bad as you do, or vice versa.
I’m not a politics kind of guy. I’m not a sexist kind of guy. I’m just a guy that knows that whatever is IS anymore.
You gotta either learn to live with or learn to leave that HURT behind. You can’t have both!
I’ve lived a life full of regrets. And i am mostly ever nostalgic anymore, about everything. About then, about the now, about what might be.
I just have this overwhelming sense that it’s an end of an era, but I don’t know what.
I thought real hard about it and I feel like apart of me just wants to finally die..
Die while i’m conflicted of who I am before I ever realize I am more the devil in my story than I am redeemable.
Then I realize I am dying.. apart of me is literally dying inside and i’m so fucking distraught about it that it’s eating me up inside and I can’t help but to express myself anymore. I want to die, but not in the way you think. I want to die and be better. I want to die and be reborn.
I know i’m a newbie here,
but that’s just how I feel..
I know my personal burden is… I can never die.
I’m forever expressing myself and I can only dream to taste what i’ve touched,
It’s someone elses reality now. I’m just the shadow, the whisper in the backround for as long as you need me.
If you need the ear, i’ll be here.