I look through me like whole.
Fighting all my old way,
There’s a see through whole, which I don’t know what to close it with.
Reading to pass the time but time moving too slowly, my patience is way too thin to lend me understanding throughout these novels, so that I can fill up the gap that’s there. I wouldn’t say it’s rare, so many writers put it in their own way, I’m looking for mine. Once I thought I read for knowledge, however it’s fun when we read for fun. I read for knowledge it is then that even fictional books become a bore. While I procrastinate with many movies, I can feel more nd more knowledge tore away from my heart, from my memory. Each second I breath I feel more nd more less intellectual. Yet these are the kind of negatives I’m trying to fight away from me.
Trying to live where I would be enough for me, enough for the world, enough for my girl.
I look through me like a whole
To take out the negative is like to take away 90% of Me yet Those are what kills me deeply. Im Looking through me like something hit through me and ripped away all what was inside and left only the shells of me. Missed place, all alone but feeling abused, all by myself but feeling miss treated. Still alive but feeling cold.
Spaces everywhere it feels like I’m starting over, back when I was kid, back when everything use to be cartoonic nd delicious meals only. Miss matching the complexities of this world daily. With what am I suppose to fill me up with, who has to break apart to give me they half, who will sacrifice themselves just so they can be filled with my emptiness.
I look through me like a whole
Side tracked by the negatives, I was actually looking for the positives to fill me to a par.
I use to know me, now I’m starring at spaces that I know that they do not make me. Who is Me, where is Me.
I look through me like a whole
Owwww, I was once told this is every man’s journey
Which unfortunately they never find what they seek.