Why do we have to give up?
Why do we have to give in?
Why do we have to think what’s best instead of doing what we feel like, or want to?
Why do we have to be alone when we don’t need that? Why do some people talk when nobody wants to listen to them, and its just their passion to get themselves into your face, because they are not as important as the rest…

Nothing around me gives sense to my every day.
And it hurts so much saying this.
But I think it would hurt other people more if I’d stop it… And I promised not to

Where do we start over, and have we got anything from our previous lives when we do that? Or it’s just an empty road that we’re moving onto, where there are no lights, no lanes, where there is no wind and no sun, no day and no night, and all we have to is carry on… But despite all this, it’s the sun and rain and moving clouds we remember from our past lives that make us come through… I don’t know where I’m heading, and sometimes I confuse the sun I remember with something else, and that’s where I seem to get lost along the way. I start looking around, but there is nobody out there… Just voices and people I remember.
I forgot what I wanted to learn and what I wanted to be, I forgot how to be and how to act as myself.



Inspired by GIA ([link]).