motivation is nonexistent. determination is what i’m missing. a divine purpose - a commitment. a mission. growing weary of the wishing. all the signs are there i just need to listen. what does it mean to be living? existing? non-existent? sometimes i wish i could disappear - but to where? who would care? do i dare? vanish through the air. am i prepared? one could never be - inevitably. i am redefining the word - destiny. »B.Don
Tag: undefeated
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is there something wrong with me? something imbued deep within my biology? my differences make me - me, but they also make it hard to see. life is an odyssey, one that i prefer to journey privately. i only want the one above to be guiding me. as when i'm around others i'm always hiding - me. you can see how it's difficult to be free, when trying to be who they want you to be. tug of war between society and family. make my own decisions, they exclaim “how can he?” it's uncanny. fear leave me now, as it's time to up the ante. all bets on me, i’d die to see my dreams become reality. for me not to be great would be a tragedy. when i can truly be myself, i’ll then live forever happily. »B.Don
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sometimes i figure i’m simply going insane. as i have never really allowed anyone inside of my brain. these words created a window for you to view my pain. for my thoughts run rampant but these words form structure. they are building my foundation and providing me comfort. as the world around me has been submerging me under. why does my mind focus on the negative? when the world is filled with such wonder. fate, luck, prophecies are far fetched philosophies. what's real is the emotions that i feel. layer after layer for how long must i peel. to carry on through such adversity takes a different type of will. what's real is these dreams that i will soon fulfill. honing my mind into both a weapon and a shield. i take my thoughts and then turn them into reality. my biggest fears are being toppled over casually. the old me is gone an unintended casualty. but one thing is for certain i know that he would be proud of me. »B.Don
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rock bottom. the cold hard concrete gently caresses my left cheek. the echoes of the earth pour into my ear drum. the sharpness of it's jagged edges adorn my body. stillness, a bleak yet calming presence. the valley. the fallen. gravity undoubtedly multiplied as i cannot move. my vocal cords must have abandoned me as well as my voice is unheard. maybe the earth will understand, and possibly feel me back. feel the pain that my body and mind wholeheartedly rejects. the emotions that i have done nothing but neglect. my heart aching, in combination with my mind racing. do you feel me too? do you feel this energy within me? how do you handle an earthquake? how does it make you feel? does it hurt you? because i can feel an earthquake brewing inside of me. how do i stay grounded when I feel my foundation slipping? you handle it so well, you continue on and rotate without ever stopping. can you teach me? to do the same? »B.Don