The anger rushes into my veins, I feel my heart imploding, and everything start spinning.. is it just a normal panic attack? Whatever it is. I hate it. Sometimes I feel like I'm a ghost floating looking beyond and watching myself .. how i act, think and just be. How I am. And I'm almost sure that I don't like what i see. it's so paradoxical and strange.. to shed your thick skin and let the world gets under it.. the anger and rage outside has found a home inside of my being..
I cant fathom it anymore .. did i let it dilute my essence till i'm no longer me, myself? or i was so light and almost finished and these feeling dwell me and somehow added a little bit of soul into me?
What am I and what define me? A lot of questions and theories keeps on imprison me more and more.. I guess I'm stuck inside this dilemma forever ...
What dilemma is worse than do you exist and create or you're just a standing still creature who lays around waiting for salvation?
Oh, I hope I'm alive and have a willpower between my finger before it all slips away.
I'm my own dilemma.. I need to wake up.
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