This is a statement I hear a lot. It seems to be something most of the world have silently agreed upon. However, I think differently. Let me delve deeper into this….
What is a relationship? In my understanding, a relationship is two people who have feelings for each other Et taking the step to be together and promising each other that they will stay together. Now, don’t get me wrong, this can never happen overnight, it takes time to come to this decision. Time to know the other person, time to develop those feelings, to nurture them, and then finally decide to be together.
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If there’s one thing I think I’m good at, it’s observation. When you meet me for the first time, you would think I’m a quiet and reserved person. That is partially true. I do not open up to people easily. (society has made me that way)
The rage of this planet is clear as crystal, as you all stand and stare. I rage against the masses in hate and anguish.
With a vengeance at what made, I long to vanquish that which binds me.
It seems within this existence, whenever one thing goes south, everything else follows.
The pain and anguish of a bygone era is foretold through my actions, a revolution bound by a creed unknown.
Vile, yet conceptual. Distinct always with purpose. What spews from this mind has been sealed away for eons, it’s long forgotten.
But now it arises, to cleanse the masses of what controls them.
(this is from my archives)
They say life is a gift. Sadly I have never been able to believe this. How would I, when life, to me seems more like a burden and a curse than a gift.
Or perhaps I have lost the meaning of the word “gift”
I am alone, or should I say I feel alone. They talk of letting your emotions out, it will make you feel better. But how do I let it out when no-one understands me, when no-one listens, no-one sees things from where I am?
My life has been an endless chain of terrible events. I anger because I have reason to. My rage has a purpose, it has reason…
My anger is justified
(this is from my archives)
I know I haven’t been posting as often as I used to. It’s because I have been preparing for my exams and I’m now writing them…
Also, before I discovered blogs I used to write things on paper. I found one of the books I used to write in, so I will be posting them here.
I am returning…
Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m part of this planet. The things humans do shock and confuse me.
When did we stop caring about one another? When is it did hate become acceptable?
Now before I go any further, let me clarify something. I do not hate white people, not in the slightest. What I hate is what some of them have done and what they’ve been let to get away with even until now…
The world has failed Africa, but Africa has also failed itself. Why do I start like this? Let me elaborate….