jose ribas da silva
Bluelighter
I woke up this morning, one more day, should I be grateful? I am not dead at least. Full of hate, a woken mind in a dead body, it is difficult to be alive when the surroundings are dying.
Still sleepy, I think why? I ask: why? Why should I continue? I have so many plans and I spend all my time running away from them because the system does not allow me to follow them. A ridiculous job, ridiculous tasks, 8-10 hours per day, transport, preparation, where’s my time? Where’s my life? Where’s my mind?
I see my relatives, so many traumas, so many sadness, I need to dig to find a good memory from 20 years ago, the last one that I have been trying to hide in the subconscious’ deepest place to keep it alive and colored, I am tired of the grayness. With 34 years, I found myself spending most of my time and sanity healing past wounds and trauma, so much shit that I need to kick out to survive, will this last forever? Living a daily battle with yourself, meaningless, to say the least. Do I still love them? It is necessary efforts to confirm this to myself… Family issues do not change, baby boomers will not change overnight.
So I play the same old song, why should I continue? The flesh prison can be torn
Still sleepy, I think why? I ask: why? Why should I continue? I have so many plans and I spend all my time running away from them because the system does not allow me to follow them. A ridiculous job, ridiculous tasks, 8-10 hours per day, transport, preparation, where’s my time? Where’s my life? Where’s my mind?
I see my relatives, so many traumas, so many sadness, I need to dig to find a good memory from 20 years ago, the last one that I have been trying to hide in the subconscious’ deepest place to keep it alive and colored, I am tired of the grayness. With 34 years, I found myself spending most of my time and sanity healing past wounds and trauma, so much shit that I need to kick out to survive, will this last forever? Living a daily battle with yourself, meaningless, to say the least. Do I still love them? It is necessary efforts to confirm this to myself… Family issues do not change, baby boomers will not change overnight.
So I play the same old song, why should I continue? The flesh prison can be torn