When an idea pops into my head, in an instant I become a creator. then, as that idea slowly takes shape and develops its own logic, I am no longer a creator. I have become an adventurer or... a researcher.

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When an idea pops into my head, in an instant I become a creator. then, as that idea slowly takes shape and develops its own logic, I am no longer a creator. I have become an adventurer or... a researcher.
As I wander alone in a world full of color
I sit and wonder
Watching all that around me fade into darkness
Nothing ever lasts
Bad habits never leave
As a l fall into the deep I sit and wonder
When will it all leave
These feelings, these things that make everything feel not so real
Will I ever deal?
These thoughts of never being worthy
People fade, things fade, eventually I’ll fade
I wish I could trade this sad soul of mine
But I’m afraid it’s all I ever known
I fuel everyone with color when I drown in darkness
They say one day at a time
But it's been years
Never leaving these eyes that only sees fears
In a mind full of light but with a soul that only knows dark
Time passes by but I never seem to heal
Asking all over again.. will I ever deal?
- r.a
everything in my head is slowly eating me away from the inside, leaving nothing but emptiness that forces me to feel alienated, distant and cold, i am lifeless. as if it were a long, agonizing, real death, whose truth no one believes in just because it can't be seen
The gringos really think that america is not a continent.. they're going to tell you that south america and north america are two different continents, these are the same people who try to educate you about your OWN country when they don't even know geography, latin americans are americans too
Don't fit anywhere hell yeah
some nights sleep doesn't feel necessary
i lie in bed and i stare at the ceiling and even when i start to drift off, i drag myself back and think some more,
because i just feel like there's never enough time to think and remember all the things i've forgotten, to analyze myself and others and the world and understand, there is so much i dont understand. there isn't enough time to think these days,
or maybe there just isn't enough time.
(life is fleeting, life is short
i find i want more)
I’m sorry but I love when he cums inside me and lets me keep riding fuhh im having flashbacks now