I’m getting tired of people throwing stereotypes at each others with the speed of an eye blink. How come almost everyone is so freaking close-minded? Does some of you really think that a glance is enough to judge somebody? Well, if that’s so, you’re seriously wrong, sorry to ruin your childly world. Why do you want to spread that kind of prejudice around the world? In my opinion, being different seems a lot more interesting than what you call “normal”. I just don’t get the idea of everyone being the same person. What the fuck for? Want an army of mindless robots? Buy Lego pieces and build yourself one. People should be creative, emotional, and evolving, not boring, nor still. It’s the creativity that keeps this world on turning, creation that makes us entertained, and emotions that makes us passionate. Next time think, before you judge a book by it’s cover.
It’s very easy to give up in this world. Just say “I’m done in”, and walk away from a challenging situation. It’s simple. It takes strength to keep on fighting.
But there are situations happening all the time, when there’s nothing we can do. We could fight to the dead and even after, but we won’t achieve a thing. Because some things are just out of our reach. You can’t cure an incurable type of cancer, or bring somebody back form the dead that easily. However, it’s very important to distinguish these types of situation from each other. And still, we make a big fuss out of a broken tire in our car, or a coffee spilled out all over the carpet. Only after we encounter a problem we truly cannot defeat, we ask life to bring back those little everyday horrors. But once your bone has broken it takes it’s time to recover. It’s similar with your mind.
And if I only could, Make a deal with God, And get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building. If I only could, oh…
But don’t you dare to give up. Oh, don’t you fucking dare!
I was confused by the powers that be, Forgetting names and faces. Passers by were looking at me As if they could erase it
How often do you experience the feeling that something is wrong? Recently, i get that feeling more frequent. But I’m never able to find the square peg in a round hole. Then I stop looking around and start staring at the mirror. Maybe this is the broken piece of the puzzle? I think as the time goes by, more and more people feel that way. Well, I could see it many times, but I’d be a hypocrite to fight it.
I was alone, Falling free, Trying my best not to forget What happened to us, What happened to me, What happened as I let it slip.
I saw this girl once, somewhere around my age, chatting with her friends at the bus station. Kind of a nice image, everyone laughing, smiling and gesturing widely. And when the bus arrived all of her mates jumped into it, and said goodbye to her. My bus was getting late, so I went to the timetable to check if I misread it, or if I were really this unlucky. It only took a glance for me to realize, she was feeling very blue. Something tempted me to ask her what happened, so I did. The glare she gave me was overwhelming. We happened to wait for the same bus line, and I managed her to tell me her story there. She tried to kill herself two times, but she couldn’t answer the question “why”. It made me think, that the people who are laughing the loudest can be the saddest ones. I never met her again. Wonder if she’s still alive.
I guess only the Pixies are able to reflect all that brothel, that’s happening in my life now. Everything fucked up, like an avalanche caused by some sort of domino effect. Before one aspect of my life falls apart, it draws another one along with it. I’ve already crossed the point of no return, there’s no going back now. Weird things are happening all around me, and I’m paying attention to the strangest of them, and watching ‘em closely. A human’s brain is extraordinarily exeptional. I started to observe people more carefuly and accurately. Conclusion? Words do not mean shit.
Study the faces, don’t care ‘bout what someone’s mouth says.