I cannot deny I feel wasted...
I cannot even see myself as a trump now but a trash.
I need to gather myself again until finally I'll be alright again...
But for whom?
Maybe, it's for the next person strong enough to crash down again my weak system.
I'm tired.
I want to rest.
trapped under the spell of love... how can I ever go away?
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About Me
- The Heir Of The Overman
- I am a dreamer who does not exactly know what to dream of. Bounded by this confusing realm, I discovered that a little experience of today brings forth a vision of the next or of who I would want to be. It might sound a little awkward but even if I am on the twenty-first year of my existence, I still do not know how to make a straightforward answer to the silly childish question of what would I like to be when I grow up. I know that deep inside, I am a lonely man who only knows one thing and that presupposes a deep raging of war between happiness and sadness in my stupid and lonely heart. I know that I am very much a part of the entire history of things, that I am part of today but I do not want to be a corrosive part when today would already be referred to as yesterday, easily to be taken as something that would pass. I want to break free and spread my wings by making a difference. I am not a saint. I am just me, a weak and helpless being but still, there is much of me that should be given away, still much should be shared and I want to share it as long as I live. And only then I could tell myself what I really wanted, by making a difference.
And they look at me
... just like an ordinary traveller by the sidewalk of death
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