sábado, fevereiro 18, 2012

"Existence? I exist the best way I can."

I have some phobia of existence. Sometimes I just feel better in my mind, imagining impossible things, "chasing misprinted lies". The only way I like meeting people is when we both can have a drink in our hands, 'cause in such moments I know I'm among living creatures.
But the truth is that I must live - I want to - and every second I feel like I am not.. Part of the time I don't even know if I can really breath, although, I still can feel the pain of the cold air stabbing my lungs.
Maybe I need some kind of treatment. I'm young and crazy.
And yet I find repeating in my head, if I can't be my own I'd feel better dead.

Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário