Mask your soul.
Like pretty instrumentals, you run through my veins like hot blood and the sound of symphonies. You make me boil. To the point where the tea leaves of my soul are over steeped. Like ice along my flesh, you make me cringe. And it’s funny,because I did that to you. You gave me, love. But with all that love comes with, you lacked. You led me a stray, as I led you far beyond my love. So far away. The...
It’s roughly 11:30, give or take a few minutes. I recently awoken from a deep trance they call “sleep”. And my dreams? I’d describe them as: extremely vivid, colorful, crazy, and dark. Yes, colorful and dark all at once. Like a rainbow spotted through fog. Although, I’ve never quite seen that happen. Maybe it’s my marijuana intake, but my dreams even baffle an...
I’m too high to give a fuck about what happened last night..
I’ve really been pursuing my talents lately. Fuck the bullshit. I’m in my damn zone.
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Pride makes one ignore the emotions they don’t want to feel. And just like love, pride is an idea. It’s not really real. You see, pride makes one hide behind silly facades. Pride makes one disgusted to ever be considered a “bitch made broad”. See, this whole idea of being different, is merely a goal. ‘Cause in reality, we all want to fit in, we all want to feel whole. Complete, in our own...
I miss you. With all my heart. As I grow older, I’m beginning to see more of you within myself. I know Nanay Dem says the we share the “problem child” thing. But I see more than that. I remember sitting on your lap, watching you do your makeup. I remember wanting to be just like you. But I know your struggles as well. I remember seeing uncle yell at you. I remember crying when I...
Literally been through hell, and I have yet to come back. I’m tired of the “I’m sorry Davina”s, I’m tired of the sympathy. I’m surrounded by negativity. Why can’t anyone over here be positive? I’m criticized for every little move I make. Every word that leaves my lips. It’s to the point where I don’t even want to have a conversation with...
Why do we live to please other people?
I mean, at the end of the day, all that matters is myself. It’s my happiness over anyone else’s. It’s my goals that I’m trying to accomplish. It’s my fucking life I’m living. A few months ago, I told myself that I’m only going to give a fuck about myself. That sounds so fucked up, but we all die alone. People need to stop living for others’ happiness. Especially if that person could walk out of...
Time to ruin some lives.
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2:00 am: More About Nothing,
Most people find sleep to be their only form of happiness, or peace. I truly disagree. Those silly dreams of perfect lives in a perfect world, only give me false hope. I only dream of beautiful things, to wake up disappointed by reality. I should know myself well enough to know that reality will disappoint me for the rest of my life. But I have yet to accept that. So until I do, I’ll...