Friday, January 16, 2009

Thank you pressure

When do you know it's time to stop?

When do you say enough?

When do you realize that it should be over?

I am at the verge of falling apart. 

I am but the happiest with my love life.

I am blissful with my friends.

But there are things that I want to end.

Things that I am capable of doing, but unhappy of doing.

Pressure has been a part of my skeletal system.

It has been my oxygen, my vitamins, my life.

But now, unhappy as I am, I am about to overflow and puke.

Puke all the loads I have.

Puke all the pressure.

... and surrender.

I am a loser, you might say.

But I can't take it anymore.

Maybe because what I'm doing doesn't fit me.

Maybe because I'm, again, unhappy.

Maybe.. Maybe.. Maybe it's just me.

I still am hoping.

Hoping that time will come for my dreams to be made real.

I'll be a writer, soon.

And then I'll say, thank you pressure, you made me whole again.