When I feel good about something and believe me, that’s a really hard fight. When I win my anxiety over It’s already too late. I’m the last one at the party, everyone is gone. Maybe, having the best of sleep, having the night of their lives. Anyway, every second of my life is operating like I’m not in control anymore. Everything succumbs to this: I don’t have the power to manipulate myself, ha ha! Just great! It can’t get much more real than this. At least in denial we are strong! But after closing my eyes, everything hurts, it hurts so bad. My mind keeps turning so I can’t close my eyes. I’m afraid I’ll merge into this deep muddy pool. Can’t get out, or won’t. Because let’s face it, what do I got to loose?
The mud is welcoming, the pool seems peaceful and everything will be alright.
It’s weird to feel it and it’s hard too When you’ve been worried with someone who has no clue you even talk or existYou should’ve known by now You are nothing more than an uncomfortable shadow A memory you want to forget
“Aqui nesta praia onde
Não há nenhum vestígio de impureza,
Aqui onde há somente
Ondas tombando ininterruptamente,
Puro espaço e lúcida unidade,
Aqui o tempo apaixonadamente
Encontra a própria liberdade.”
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