Thursday, June 21, 2012

Until we do the right

The place is blind, the sky is blind
Until you do the right thing
Until we calm the wrongs

 I will always be surrounded by answers, always be surrounded by people who won’t let me question. I may be a naïve child at heart but I don’t need answers anymore, wrong answers. Don’t screw with me anymore. When I thought I will let the days pass without narrowing them to my righteousness state of sense, I may be a foolish but it’s difficult. It truly is.
I can’t and I just can’t. Then why are you making me? Over and over again.
I didn’t want any lies, any of the small white lies but you pushed me and nearly everyone into this pit of wrong choices. Now, I may not be able to ever get out again and I may not be able to live like this.

Don’t ask me what is so wrong here. I won’t be able to say a word but I may strangle you. And that will again make me hate myself. Let me just stay at my place, I want to wash away the blindness. Please don’t interrupt.


Blasphemous Aesthete said...

There are no answers here, only realizations that you knew them all along. The answers, surface.

Bear with me if you would.

Blasphemous Aesthete

Monika said...

Bearing only! slowly and dying.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

You won't have to die. Ask me to leave and leave I will =)