I'm at a point in my life where I want to be hit by a car and wake up in a hospital weeks later, or not at all. 'Cause perhaps that might settle everything in my life, because I can't!
All my life there have been some sort of imbalance, some turbulence and I've tried to balance it, to make everything flow calm and smooth. But I guess I failed. I don't know why I'm typing this. Perhaps to let everything out. I'm filled inside once again. And I find it better to write. This is hypocritical, I know it is. For the reason that I have that very person in my life with whom I claim to share and with whom I do share every bit of me. But not this! Then perhaps I'm not suppose to make that claim.Or maybe I'm too harsh on myself. But then again, that's how I am. I've always been harsh on myself, and perhaps heavens also choose to rain down their wrath on me, so that I can suffer. Because that's what I love, I love see myself suffer, see my soul burn in pain. Perhaps because I'm in love with pain, and dark and emptiness..
I'm at a point in my life where I want to run away.. Run into wilderness and into some unknown land, a place I've never been in my life to get lost and never to be found. Well this might seem to be a bit of more hypocritical of me because I'm running away from something I love; pain. But honestly I haven't yet asked myself if I truly love it or not. This might be an excuse to endure it while I can't have the strength to balance the imbalance and prefect the imperfections. Because we humans have this basic instinct, sometimes we pretend to love something we can't change.
I want to run into unknown people and listen to their pain and misery. Its not that I love seeing people in pain, no, I'm not a sadist but I really love listening to people. It helps them lessen their share of burden they bear of this heavenly wrath..