Sick of feeling like I can’t be myself. I have to be open. Be free. No secrets. Nobody will rob you. If they try they will fail. You are the king. Do you.
So much potential and self-trust, self-faith, and determination that I’d hate to waste it on pointless positions in life like wage-based salaries and orthodox conformities. Get the fuck out of here. All these weirdos who try to convince me they are happy. Why you want to force me into your ways then, if you are so happy? Look I am going to be king. I need to be cause if I am not I won’t be here. I am great. I want to be.
What is ‘want’, but a never ending torment of what we cannot have? Oh, I die inside, for what I wish to have. A war on the inside, a war on the outside, that is want. It is the things I want. The magic. The freedom. The innovation. Yet, this specter of nihilism and religious fundamentalism creep upon me. That, and the ‘traditions’ of the world. Hate to sound this way, I am a den-man, but I love society too. I need success. I need to breathe it. I smell it. It is in the air but I need it now.
is in freedom.