can you tell i am sad? don't think so...
are you afraid to ask if i'm sad? maybe so...
tell me why life can't be happiness all at once?
why can i run to the moon and come back?
do things fall into place?
do all people go through the same?
or others are lucky than me.
i am afraid to tell the world how much i need -someone-
i liberate myself from anger and dissapointment of someone.
but today
today was such a waste of time
it's time to guess it's my fault for wishing the wrong things.
pretending to write a story in thoughts is hard
but what's more hard, pretending everything is okay.
filled myself with items, and items more items
don't come close to filling the emptiness in my mind.
can you give me a hug? yes
can you give me a kiss? maybe
can you give me money? of course not
do you care about others? maybe yea no
everything is where everything should be
except the soul where mine was left at
it has no road no path no signs ahead
a plain soulmate could fill in the space.
the cold wind just blew over me
the chair in front of me is dead
like everything in my room
except the heart in the place.
according to you
i'm probably nothing
according to my mom
i am everything
where do i fall in a stranger's category?
that's right no one, no where.
how can you describe to someone they are lucky?
with words, would they listen?
with actions, would they see it?
on tv? in the radio? on the internet?
whatever caused me to write random lines
is filling my brain with hunger and sanity.
i am done.
i am officially more STRONGER
this is Jessica who wishes her life was just one bit, better.
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