Everything
The power of word rebels when I write to you MY DEAR SAM!
And I know that I am being a complete stereotype when I say that my stream of thoughts is being blocked by my emotions.
What am I to you?
Do you only feel loveless hate for me?
And if this might be so, I know that we came to the end of the line and that you shall once again become the non-existent one.
The power of word
A word has power of being present indefinitely. A word can leave fingerprints. And they might even hurt.
One after the other we create a whole. And when we finish we leave to a our co-human to feel and learn. Feel the explosion bursting from the paper and learn more about who we are.
Writing is creating. Like reading, but you set the tone and your imagination is the only barrier.
This is why.
Stereotype
Fading into an endless coma, feeling empty and frequentative. Being acquisitive like any other.
Sad, just sad.
No special moments of joy. No moments to recollect and to put on you.
Infinite blank pages waiting for my mind to fulfill them.
And what am I doing?
Nothing. Being an everyday chap, working, training and studying so I can become… SHUSH!!!
To become what, an older version of you now. Grey hair and gossiping how your neighbor did that and this.
You're pathetic.
Stop it will ya?
Stop drifting and start living. Enjoy now. Future’s existence is nowhere.
You can come and cry to me darling.
My inner self will cry indeed.
You see darling, you're relaxed.
Perhaps I am.