I never actually stopped, many disputes have lined up in my head expecting for their presence to become authenticity and shine in the spotlight for a justified expanse of time.The marathon I’ve been running through has been full of emotions, but at some point I had to stop to take a breath and glance around.I am trying to breath with my words now; I am making myself listen to the pulse of what builds me blissful.
söndag 20 oktober 2013
We fall 7 times and get up 8
I feel shame. The
child that once wrote stories until midnight is staring at me through the thick
glasses I’ve covered with dirt.I could say I’ve
been busy, I could say there was no inspiration but the truth is I forgot my
reason. But even then I mistreated my true believe that genuine desires has no
reason..I didn’t write
with a purpose, whatever I may have said after about inspiring others is
validity not an aim. I composed because it was my way of breathing, how we
inhaled was my words, the exhaling shaped my sentences.
I never actually stopped, many disputes have lined up in my head expecting for their presence to become authenticity and shine in the spotlight for a justified expanse of time.The marathon I’ve been running through has been full of emotions, but at some point I had to stop to take a breath and glance around.I am trying to breath with my words now; I am making myself listen to the pulse of what builds me blissful.
I never actually stopped, many disputes have lined up in my head expecting for their presence to become authenticity and shine in the spotlight for a justified expanse of time.The marathon I’ve been running through has been full of emotions, but at some point I had to stop to take a breath and glance around.I am trying to breath with my words now; I am making myself listen to the pulse of what builds me blissful.
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