Spending my time
Writing pieces of my heart
Going nowhere, running in circles,
Lonely thing right here
Spending my life
Enslaved by my stupid ideologies
So wild at heart
So vulnerable art of living
So sick and tired
Searching for what i can’t find
Days white days
I won’t be ashamed if die
Right now
Karla Bardanza
Yes, I agree. It is wasting time to pity ones self, and feel like we don't count. It is better to see what we are NOW... and be happy with it. We are what we are NOW, not then, not future, not perhaps. It is a waste of time to ignore our value of who we are now.
ReplyDeleteDance and celebrate who you are!!!
Love itself!!!