Be is Me

She is so used to doing things the politically corrected way that she may lost a vital bit of magic. The magic that makes you soar; that kind, the kind that allows you to do things other people can only dream of.

D R U G She was right, I might loose my semi precious apartment in the process of breaking out of the waiver system, but if I remain in this waiver I might loose my magic. Gain a degree and depression along the way and loose the magic that makes Bee me.

Another sleepless night spent lying here asking myself the same series of unanswerable fucking questions.

Chasing Pavements does it make sense anymore; even in my own traumatically injured had I’ve lost track whether or not to give it a rest, or to give it my all and nottostopuntilyousubmit. He hasn’t said no yet.

Tell me what you see.

When you looked into my eyes so intently, you were seeing something, searching. Maybe  you were looking for something there that was never there. Something that I could never have given you.

I need no validationfromyou.

They might’ve stunted my growth if hesheitthey had let them go on living beside me. I wouldn’t have reached my full potential, if they remained alive I may have reached my plateau. Plateaued before I was meant to… That’s it. It has to be. 

I would have mindlessly followed them around waiting for some validation that no one on earth could ever have given me. 

No one on earth okmaybesomeone,butthosepeoplethatknowwhatIdoareunable,or have no desire to articulate it for others is able to get the messages that I was sent back here to share with humanitycivilizationbchumanityisjusthumans,andIspeaktoanimalsuponoccassion.

I need no validation; but, I do, we all do…toacertainextent…


Sent back to life here to suffer in the wrong places. Sent here to see glimpses of beauty.

Stay with me and always be beautiful. 
Maybe I was sent back here to give some grand message that only I know, and that only I will be able to write down because I have isolated myself for reasons unbeknownst to me. Only isolated by this feeling of isolation that lives inside of me somewhere, isolated bc of me.Itsoundsannoyingtometoo,barewithmehere.

Maybe someone got killed today…

Maybe lots and lots of someones. 

I have suffered enough.

Always at odds withmyself.Always waiting for some truth that no one can tell me.


Just waiting for someone to tell me…tell me what? Tell me that I suffered more, so now I can be free to gain my reward? Howcouldanyoneeversaywhichhumanbeinghassufferedmorefromthesameevent? 


I have fought with myself for long enough.

I was hurt. I was hurt really badly. 

It is time to stop waiting.

It is time to stop waiting.

Time to stop comparing. We all hurt depending on so many objective and even some still not fully explored subjective reasons. 

I love the brain.

While we are waiting for someone to have the answers to something that according to logic they will never ever, with100%truthoraccurocy, be able to fully define; while we are waiting, we must remember our breathing techniques.


Dangerously difficult is what you are; daring to defy logic to cause me to take one last glance. Defiantly I will look back, only to find you determined to make me feel like I am the only one getting addicted.

I forgive you all.

I forgive you. Do people still actually think this really is a man’s world? FUCKTHAT; MY WORLD MIGHT HAVE MEN IN IT, I will let them live… reproduction.😉 jk, Iloveboys… but, the…

Source: I forgive you all.