I could care less who wins a point, who wins the game.
It might seems a bit irresponsible, but I love fighting the matches because I know, in the end, win or lose, I will die. So, there is nothing to hold back.
In a way its like the rush of suicide. To completely self-destruct and shed everything that's been weighing you down feels like the light at the end of the tunnel. A tunnel you've lost your breath trying to get out of.
The time is defined, the space is defined, its the only place where all other decisions I have to make don't matter, all I have to find is what I can do in this time, in this space.
My opponent never has a face, never has a name. Every match is between me and my greatest enemy, who is also my greatest savior; the same one I see in the mirror.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
At some point. I have to trust myself.
I'm so sorry that the American Dream was a broken one for you.
But today, I have decided that I am no longer your collateral damage.
I might have to get out there and fail a million times and make a million mistakes, but they will be for my own sake.
I've wasted so many years not dreaming, I have a lot of time to make up.
I will find myself, I will love myself; despite what you've led me to believe.
But today, I have decided that I am no longer your collateral damage.
I might have to get out there and fail a million times and make a million mistakes, but they will be for my own sake.
I've wasted so many years not dreaming, I have a lot of time to make up.
I will find myself, I will love myself; despite what you've led me to believe.
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