I've gotten myself in a rut. Disappointed, angry, and sad for myself. So, I decided that this simple truth is what I've been looking for.
I don't need to hate this world and the people in it. This world and the people don't have to be filthy, they can be as beautiful and colourful as I want them to be. We don't need the idea of beauty, but the beauty of idea. We need love, compassion, peace and understanding.
I had a dream where I was alone in a room at a little table on a foldable chair writing a letter in German before the spelling reform. I was in a house full of evil, but I sat there typing a letter to whoever would pick it up. I closed the letter by saying that even if I don't know your face, know your name, know what you've done, know what kind of person you are, and know whether or not I may ever even meet you, I have something for you. I can give you all my eternal thanks, give you every apology I can muster, and most of all, all the love that I can give. I signed it as a girl with a broken smile and then hid the letter.
I don't have to be so jaded. I need to make the most of what I got, make some space so I can ******** breathe, push limits I'm not comfortable pushing and step out for a moment. I just have to wonder why no one woke me up before.
I don't need to hate this world and the people in it. This world and the people don't have to be filthy, they can be as beautiful and colourful as I want them to be. We don't need the idea of beauty, but the beauty of idea. We need love, compassion, peace and understanding.
I had a dream where I was alone in a room at a little table on a foldable chair writing a letter in German before the spelling reform. I was in a house full of evil, but I sat there typing a letter to whoever would pick it up. I closed the letter by saying that even if I don't know your face, know your name, know what you've done, know what kind of person you are, and know whether or not I may ever even meet you, I have something for you. I can give you all my eternal thanks, give you every apology I can muster, and most of all, all the love that I can give. I signed it as a girl with a broken smile and then hid the letter.
I don't have to be so jaded. I need to make the most of what I got, make some space so I can ******** breathe, push limits I'm not comfortable pushing and step out for a moment. I just have to wonder why no one woke me up before.
