Thursday, August 22, 2013


This is the storm before the lull. A game of rugby in my head, where the players are obsessive, negative thoughts that surround the ball: a metaphor for the ray of hope, so to speak. It's a violent match. They won't let me make peace with myself. They carve a way for me, where i'm bullied into making the same mistakes, thinking the same thoughts and having the same conversations in my head. Again and again.

There's no room for whys. There's no room for WTFs.

It's a bloody fight. On one side, there's me, and on the other side there's Me. Both are fucking toughnuts, I must say.

I wonder if 'I' will make it out alive.

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