I don't feel real anymore. I walked by the mirror and there was a person there and she glared at me and she cried and she was angry and she blamed me and she hates me and... And I can't blame her. It isn't her fault. I did this to her. I hate her so much! I hate her shape and her fear and her insecurities! If she would just die! She has to die so I can live. So I can be real again.

And so, I work. Hard. I sweat and cry and sacrifice. I push the boundaries and force myself to face myself. I make myself vulnerable to make myself strong.

Wait for nothing

Don't wait for anything

Life simply happens

However, you are the one to give it course

We live our entire lives waiting for something

But we don't realize that

When we don't expect anything,

Circumstances and destiny were the ones

Looking for us

Wait for nothing

Don't wait to obtain something back from others

Just wait for nothing

Take responsibility of your own actions

And never disturb the flow of others lives

Unless it is for love or natural death

Wait for nothing

And live the present

The past is dead and the future does not exist

There are more than a thousand reasons to say

Anything happens for a reason

But reasons don't mean anything

In a life that is already taken its course

Everything is predetermined

However, this does not mean that you're following a script

You are allowed to improvise

You are allowed to make this a comedy or a tragedy

Please don't make it a drama

Make it a journey

A journey to Nirvana

Through the mountains or the beach

Escape Samsara

In the end, you'll know what I meant

We never look for reasons for something that happens

In the same sense we don't look for death

Or we don't decide to look for someone to love

But any of those always end up walking by our own stroll

Wait for nothing

Enjoy what you have

Write poetry to love

Read poetry to live

Make others read you poems

Teach them to read them once you're gone

Life is poetry

And life

Waits for nothing

It already happened.

DA 2015