Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Three's Company

I'm starting to wonder,
I'm starting to think.
I'm starting to make my decisions in ink.

For no one else knows,
For no one else speaks.
For no one else sees that my guiltiness reeks.

It's no longer easy,
It's no longer sweet.
It's no longer nothing, it's now a feat.

There's nothing inside me,
There's nothing to hold.
There's nothing to say, it's all untold.

Take me away,
Take me today.
Take me somewhere, on my knees I pray.

Giving up my soul,
Giving up my past.
Giving up my sorrows, my sadness, at last.

It's over,
It's done.
It's finished, my son.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Fuck Outta Luck

Stop expecting things from me. I can’t do this anymore. The pressure. The solitude. The damn pressure.

That shit gets to you, you know? It’s like taking a leak and you have to push it all out as fast as you can because if you don’t you’re gonna miss the train you got off from, and in the end you end up shitting your pants, running with a turd rolling down your leg and crying to yourself. And the only reason you wouldn’t go use the toilet on the train is because you thought it was unhygienic. Oh well, at least it’s your own shit that’s now found its way into your sock and shoe, making a squishy sound with every step you take. And now you’re banished from the booth on the train by the rest of its occupants for obvious reasons. Yep, your life sucks.

What do you do then? What do you do when life literally takes a dump on you, leaving you depressed, covered in your own shit and just plain old fuck-out-of-luck?

You rise up. You stand up. You strip down to your bare bones, no matter how embarrassing to the public eye it may seem. You throw away every single piece of clothing that’s covered in everything that was wrong with your life. You take a deep breath (not too deep, you’re still smelling of shit – you might puke) bite the bullet and face your fears. Face every single thing you’ve feared in that little room you refused to step into.

Don’t close your eyes, you’ll only slip and fall to the ground, probably covered in someone else’s shit. Eyes open. Aware of what you’re doing. Aware of every feeling, every emotion that’s racing through your veins.

Your fears are only as big as you make them out to be. The more you watch them, the more you learn about them. The more you know just how and when they strike and just how much they affect you. And the more you know, the lesser that effect on you becomes. You learn how to overcome them and be free to make your destiny. You’re free to open the tap, let the water wash away every single piece of you that was shit and step away a clean man.

Put on a change of clothes (and lots of deodorant to make up for your shitty life before – people will appreciate that more) and you’ve got yourself a whole life ahead of you that’s filled with nothing but endless opportunity.