Love.
You keep searching, and one day you give up.
You keep wanting, and the next day, you don't anymore.
You keep yearning, and when it comes, it doesn't feel the same.
You keep feeling like nothing works, but then you settle in to what never did.
You keep hoping that someday you'll be happy, then you realize you only made yourself feel worse..
In the mid of finding myself, i found a character. I wondered and walked, trying to figure out why and how are some people the way they are they way they are and what made them. And then there's a story..
Being bullied. Being called names? Then you are pushed down so low, that you built yourself back up by making yourself better than you were, better than the rest of them; you said. How does this reflect on how you feel? Somehow you just feel even worse than what you are. Worse than what you actually you felt.
How does it all sum up to this; what you are. It's like watching your mum being abused, and the growing up with the anger and eventually abusing your wife. How is that going to change anything? You watch a mistake, you learn from that. If you think that living the life of a billed victim is bad, there are worse. So what if they made fun of you? So what if they hurt you? Now you're much better, and here's where you should never make the same mistakes they did, to look at people the way they did, to look them down, to make them feel like they're not worth. No one deserves to be judged.
P.s: Maybe i don't need the piece cause, if it doesn't fit i can't make it fit.. It's like messing the shape to define perfection.
No comments:
Post a Comment