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

1 comment:

  1. 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.
    Dance and celebrate who you are!!!
    Love itself!!!