Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Dig me out of my grave, darling.

Little by little, out of the ground. Out of the ground now, dear. And you see no matter how I feel waist deep every time you doubt me that I start doubting my self again, I'll still try to crawl my way out because I'm not chicken shit anymore who's too afraid to disappoint. A wise man who's not really wise told me that disappointing myself is far more shameful. No matter how you see me, I know myself more. Call me names, bury me deep, I'm gonna find a way. I am getting closer and what once felt impossible is more tangible now. So it's pretty stupid to just lay on dirt.

This is a transition. I am a transition.

P.S. I'm back.


  1. i waiting so long for you to come back. holy shit.

    1. oh well, that came out quite vulgar. what i wanted to say is that i missed you up on here. a lot. might be a bit turned off, but that's it.

    2. That's alright, love. It's always good to know that someone wants me back.