rebirth
I love my life again. I'm on track again. Again, I found my personal rythm. Or It's as simple as a rythm. Considering the complexities, I feel like I am once again the conductor of this apparently discordant orchestra called existence.
What happened? I cleaned up my room. I can sleep in it again without fear of wild creatures. I no longer am Cro Magnon, I am Homo Sapiens. I am back to my evolutionary path. I say prayers again. I can think about life and smile again. I feel resolved to fulfill tasks I have procastinated for more than four weeks now. I am no longer addicted to TV. I have expunged my feeling of shame. I feel capable of empathy now. I feel that my mind is alive again. I am so supercharged I can electrocute anyone I touch. I look at a mirror and see myself, not some grotesque blob of organic mishaps. I smoke even less. I bought a pack last night and I am not even a third through it. I wake up mornings now, not noontime. I can hear birds chirping now, not the resounding groan of my slumbering spirit. I found the lyric core of my being, and I can hear the world again. This is what I lost for the past two weeks, my personal security. I have lost so much time, but I feel no regret.
I have simply been dying. I have died again. And I was reborn again. And this time God was there to deliver me. The earth smiles, too, because here I am, a healthy child. I'm gonna do sit ups again. I'm gonna maintain the order in my room. I'm gonna catch up on my reading. I'm gonna begin my spanish studies. I'll try to get in touch with my friends whom I have exchanged for Playstation, internet and boob tube episodes.
The ashes have vanished. The fire now blazes. The storm has passed, although the thunder still resounds. Illuminated, enlightened. The ubermensch is just around the horizon.
My personal mission? Stay alive. I can't afford to fall ill again, to my slow dying spells. I'm sick of "AGAINs.' It's about time it stopped.
It's just about Fkin time.
What happened? I cleaned up my room. I can sleep in it again without fear of wild creatures. I no longer am Cro Magnon, I am Homo Sapiens. I am back to my evolutionary path. I say prayers again. I can think about life and smile again. I feel resolved to fulfill tasks I have procastinated for more than four weeks now. I am no longer addicted to TV. I have expunged my feeling of shame. I feel capable of empathy now. I feel that my mind is alive again. I am so supercharged I can electrocute anyone I touch. I look at a mirror and see myself, not some grotesque blob of organic mishaps. I smoke even less. I bought a pack last night and I am not even a third through it. I wake up mornings now, not noontime. I can hear birds chirping now, not the resounding groan of my slumbering spirit. I found the lyric core of my being, and I can hear the world again. This is what I lost for the past two weeks, my personal security. I have lost so much time, but I feel no regret.
I have simply been dying. I have died again. And I was reborn again. And this time God was there to deliver me. The earth smiles, too, because here I am, a healthy child. I'm gonna do sit ups again. I'm gonna maintain the order in my room. I'm gonna catch up on my reading. I'm gonna begin my spanish studies. I'll try to get in touch with my friends whom I have exchanged for Playstation, internet and boob tube episodes.
The ashes have vanished. The fire now blazes. The storm has passed, although the thunder still resounds. Illuminated, enlightened. The ubermensch is just around the horizon.
My personal mission? Stay alive. I can't afford to fall ill again, to my slow dying spells. I'm sick of "AGAINs.' It's about time it stopped.
It's just about Fkin time.
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