Cycle-ism

September, March, 2002, 2007, 2009, it doesn't matter the date. I do exactly the same over and over and over... Fan of evolution, and can't seem to achieve it. I write, then re write my thoughts, make goals and then change as they seem more difficult to acomplish.

FUCK this, fuck me, FUCK YOU.

I hate living in moving sands...

I hate myself even more.

I really don't give a fuck about anything anymore.

Revival-ism

My brain freezes and my fingers won't move, I feel the burden of being myself everyday, is just so much easier behaving like I believe my lies. I can be so much damn more... I feel it; greatness is within my grasp, but slips through my fingers everytime it's fucking near. This spiral is annoying, the good news is that every passing day it's getting smaller, and the end of this cycle could be close. I am exactly the same as I was 5 years, only 5 years older, slower, dumber and fearful. I got spirit, I got heart, I got passion, I got feelings... all at slumber. Someday... I'll wake up.